Chapter 746 Building a bridge of blood

In the blink of an eye, Yu He disappeared without a trace.

By this time, I wasn't very anxious anymore.

The little girl was at a loss for a moment by my sudden order, and ran away in a hurry after she realized what she was doing.

I took this opportunity to go to the living room and pick up my backpack. Several people in the living room were still discussing the house. Lao Bai was a talkative guy. He was still mocking Tang Jinghan for his wickedness before. Now seeing the heated discussion, he

He couldn't help but join in and help the old lady choose.

When Lao Bai went into the water, Brother Yaozi couldn't stay out of it, and he followed suit. He had no other purpose than to deliberately antagonize Lao Bai. Every time Lao Bai said something, he would definitely refute.

As for Wushuang and Xiaozhi, they were shamelessly eating the fruits that Tang Jinghan brought to their doorstep, and they were enjoying themselves.

So, among a group of unpromising friends, only Zhang Xinya noticed me. With a stern look in her eyes, she followed me in silently, but her expression was a little excited. She came up to me and asked me in a deep voice: "You showed up?"

At this time, the little girl brought the bowl and looked at me curiously.

Seeing this, how could Zhang Xinya not understand? She narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled: "Are you going to use my old uncle's method before?"

I nodded, thinking about old things, and laughed too, sighing: "Time flies so fast..."

Right now, Tang He's state is very similar to a spirit I once met. That was the first thing I did with my master, and it was also the first time Zhang Xinya and I got to know each other in a real sense.

Because of Tang He's obsession that human nature is greater than ghost nature, he wandered around the world to protect his family.

The old man of the Zhang family is more divine than ghost, and he has transformed into a spirit, unable to enter reincarnation, and will fall into darkness forever. Until now, humans, ghosts, and gods have disappeared, in order to protect his relatives.

At that time, the old man from the Zhang family escaped, and my master found the paper crane pulled by a red rope. I was stunned and shocked when I saw it.

Time is like the epitome of reincarnation, and human life is like a movie that is shown repeatedly.

Unknowingly, I had stepped into the alchemy level, using the same methods as my master did at the beginning.

This method is not as simple as folding a paper crane, it is a relatively advanced talisman technique, also known as "building a bridge of blood".

As the name suggests, this is a technique that uses blood relations to temporarily transcend yin and yang. In ancient times, it was always said that "recognition of relatives with a drop of blood" originated from this technique. It came from Taoism and was passed down from generation to generation. Somehow

, ordinary people have also begun to use this method to confirm whether the child is their biological child.

Science has proven that it is very unreliable for living people to identify relatives by dripping blood, but it is perfect when used between yin and yang.

But it has a prerequisite, that is, the deceased must be awake and cannot be as ferocious and unconscious as a life-threatening ghost, looking like a wild beast, and a certain distance must be maintained between the living and the dead. If they are far away, they cannot be found.

The old man from the Zhang family was like this back then, so my master used this method. Now Tang He is also sober, so I followed suit.

"Collect blood!"

I greeted Zhang Xinya and immediately started mixing ink, preparing yellow paper, red string, etc.

Zhang Xinya took out a seven-inch long silver needle, rubbed the little girl's head, put it next to the other person's ear and said something unknown. The little girl's eyes were bright and she nodded repeatedly.

Then, Zhang Xinya filled a bowl with one-third of the water, pricked the little girl's ten fingers with a silver needle, and squeezed three drops of blood from each finger into the bowl. The little girl was also very strong and remained silent.

Looking at her, I couldn't help praising him for being well-behaved and sensible. Normally, a child of this age would cry like a dog whose tail was stepped on, even if he went to get a vaccine. What's more, the silver needle Zhang Xinya used to collect blood was three-dimensional.

It's ribbed, as thick as a toothpick, and its power is completely different from the needles used by the nurse.

When she was collecting blood, I had already folded a piece of yellow paper into the shape of a paper crane. This is also very particular. The crane is the most auspicious thing in the world and the mount of the immortal. The Kunpeng flaps its wings for ninety thousand miles.

It is a symbol of strength, and the crane is the leader of the Yu clan, penetrating Yin and Yang, and there are no taboos. Using the crane to build a bridge of blood, even if it interferes with Yin and Yang, the cause and effect can be minimized.

The paper cranes were folded and I started to write.

This is also very important. The words used to carry the power of spiritual energy are different on both sides of the paper crane.

On one side, it must be written in death words, which represents Yin, and on the other side, it must use Xuanmen's own characters, which represent Yang.

My master originally used the Brahma lingo. Although it contains a Sanskrit word, it has nothing to do with Buddhism. It is a Taoist language, originating from Taishang Dongxuan. This sound is omnipresent and omnipresent.

It is the voice of innocence and nature that can measure everything and achieve everything.

My master is a pure Taoist priest with a weak nature. He uses the cryptic language of Brahma to speak from his heart, and his natural power is unparalleled.

But I couldn't do it. I couldn't exert the power with these words, but I didn't dare to use the ritual inscriptions of the ritual officer class, because no one had ever done this before. I didn't know if the ritual inscriptions would work. I thought about it again and again, and finally used it.

Taboo words.

This is the meaning of the word "taboo for the venerable". Of course, the "venerable" is the deity mentioned in Taoism, including the name and taboo, as well as the Taoist teachings, the principles of heaven and earth, etc., are all contained in it. It is also a very powerful word.

Soon, the paper cranes were densely covered with condolence and taboo words.

After doing this, I breathed a sigh of relief, tied a red rope around the neck of the paper crane, put the other end of the red rope into the little girl's hand, and then threw the paper crane into the bowl. The blood in the bowl was all filled with blood.

Being absorbed by the paper crane, the next moment, the paper crane came to life and kept flapping in the bowl.

The little girl watched with great excitement. After all, it is a child's nature. All novel things were labeled as "fun" in her eyes. However, soon, the excitement on her face disappeared, her eyes widened, and her pupils were shrinking violently.

Then he murmured: "I...I saw my dad. He was hiding behind a building, squatting on the ground and crying..."

"It's done!"

I secretly shouted in my heart and asked the little girl to let go. At the same time, I pinched Sanqing's fingers and shouted softly: "Paper cranes lead the way, gods build bridges, penetrate yin and yang, there are no taboos. That's it!"

Zhang Xinya immediately opened the window and the paper crane flew out with a flutter.

"Follow up!"

I took the Tianguan Blade with me, turned around and walked out.

The people outside finally came to their senses. Brother Yaozi was about to get up and follow him, but I stopped him with my eyes. Tang He was not that powerful at this time. Zhang Xinya and I could deal with it. The key is that we are not here to slay demons.

Yes, if there are too many people, it might irritate Tang He.

All the way downstairs, the paper crane was floating at the door of the building. When we caught up, it floated away in the distance, and finally arrived at the edge of the community, in a gap in the wind behind a building.

Inside, only one or two people can pass through at most.

Inside, a dark figure squatted there with his hands on his knees, sobbing softly, but the cry was hoarse and desolate, like a night owl, a veritable ghost cry.

Tang He didn't seem to expect that we would be able to catch up here. The moment the paper crane flew in, the ghost's cries suddenly stopped, and he jumped up with a "whoosh" and tried to escape outside!

"Yuga!"

I shouted sharply: "If you run away again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Tang He paused, but it was only a pause, and quickly escaped again.

Seeing this, I knew it would not stop as told, and immediately threw out the Tianguan Blade that had already been awakened.

A flash of cold light suddenly appeared.

With a "clang" sound, the Baipi knife was inserted at Yu He's feet. The blade was shaking continuously and even made a low buzzing sound.

At this point, Tang He finally realized that he couldn't escape from my grasp at this distance, so he stopped and suddenly turned around.

In the darkness, his face was pale and stiff, and his distorted expression revealed a soaring evil spirit and violence. There was black energy rising from his body. This was ghost energy. Although human nature suppressed ghost nature, it depends on the right person.

Who, of course, would not be polite to me, and said solemnly: "Smelly Taoist priest, why are you pestering grandpa? Grandpa has done no harm to anyone. Not only did you drive me out of the house, but now you are chasing me, what are you going to do?"

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"You are progressing very quickly. You have only been dead for a few days, and you already know how to avoid Taoist priests."

I smiled and looked at him quietly: "Actually, you don't have to be like this. I'm not here for you. In a sense, we should be considered fellow travelers, and the means I used in your home are not for you.

You, after you died, we were the ones who kept running for you. With all my actions, I can probably be called the noble person in your destiny, right?"

The ghostly energy on Tang He's body stagnated.

Zhang Xinya took advantage of the situation and said from the side: "Now, Tang Jinghan is here and is choosing a new house with your mother in the house. As long as your mother sees it right, he will give it to you for free. He also hired your wife's lawyer. He will use all his connections to

Resources, he will save your wife from this matter at all costs, and he will bear all the expenses for your daughter from now on until she gets married and has children..."

Obviously, the living people know that pie will not fall in the sky, but they can't do it, because they are still alive and have too many desires. But the dead can combine knowledge and action, because everything becomes empty, so what they see will naturally become real.

Already.

After hearing this, Tang He didn't look at all grateful. He still had a stern look on his face, staring at me, and said solemnly: "What on earth are you going to do?"

My voice suddenly rose, and I shouted: "If you lose your soul in exchange for your family's peace and happiness for half of their lives, do you want to do this or not?"

This loud shout frightened Zhang Xinya next to me. She could probably guess that I had a solution, but she didn't know what the solution was. Now that it was revealed, Zhang Xinya's color changed instantly and she kept pushing me from the side.

I feel that I am too anxious, and I am afraid that it will cause problems. After all, for a dead person, the loss of the soul is the most terrifying thing in the world. This life has ended, dust will return to dust, soil will return to soil, the soul left behind will still be there, and there will be an afterlife.

Once the soul is gone, there is really nothing left.

This is a decision more difficult than asking a living person to wipe his neck with a knife.

But I remained unmoved and just stared at the man in front of me.

Tang He suddenly calmed down, and all the anger disappeared. If it weren't for the ghost look on his cheeks, it would have been a living person standing in front of me. His back was slightly hunched, as if he had been bent by life.

It's overwhelming that all living beings are exactly the same.

In fact, he didn't think too much at all, and he didn't even ponder. He was just very calm, as calm as a pool of stagnant water, as if he had made an insignificant choice, and uttered two words in his mouth: "I do."
Chapter completed!