The Taoist Songbai and the man who were fighting stopped immediately and looked at Zhu Qingsheng in shock. The Taoist Songbai couldn't bear it, and his excited voice trembled: "Little... Little benefactor, what did you say?"

When Zhu Qingsheng blurted out, he felt a little too reckless, and he thought it was not feasible. Seeing the Taoist Songbai asked a question, he had to hesitate: "Actually, I'm not sure. My master... My master taught me a method before, which is... to gather souls, and I don't know whether it works."

The Taoist Songbai and the man were both poured into a bucket of cold water. Their original excited expressions became weak. The Taoist Songbai snorted: "Since you don't know whether it works or not, then what to say, give me that umbrella, and you can leave safely at that time."

When Zhu Qingsheng saw that he asked the sunny parasol to destroy the two black iron plum blossoms again, he couldn't help but feel anxious and said, "No, I only saw that my master had set up this formation, but I had never set up it myself. At that time, I saw my master use this formation to summon souls."

Songbai Taoist said: "What formation? What soul has it summoned?"

Zhu Qingsheng blurted out: "It is a line of yin and yang that can summon souls. I mean, I can set up a bigger one and summon these souls from this formation, so that these two black iron plum blossoms can be interrupted..." Afterwards, I felt unconfident and my voice gradually lowered.

It turned out that when Zhu Qingsheng saw the silver needle, he immediately remembered that the master used this formation to summon the souls to verify that how many dead people had no souls before they died. Zhu Qingsheng immediately thought that this Yin-Yang line formation could even summon the souls underground. Then could he also set up this formation to summon all these souls and be free?

But when he was asked by Taoist Songbai, he immediately realized that his master had just set up a small formation to summon nearly thirty corpses of souls, but now there are 108 souls here, more than three times more than before, and the scope involved is too large. How could he, a young boy, be able to set it out?

Zhu Qingsheng thought there was a solution at that time, so he shouted out happily, but he didn't think about how much energy and time it took to do this formation. How could he draw it out? There were many people who wanted to get things done, but many people had never considered whether they had this ability.

Zhu Qingsheng felt something was wrong when he shouted it out, but he had already said that, so how could he take it back? Seeing that Taoist Songbai, whose face had been relaxed, gradually turned vicious, he subconsciously protected Kui Yang Parasol, took two steps back, and said, "There must be another way. Taoist Master asked me to think about it again."

The Taoist Songbai said angrily: "Don't think about it, let's hand me the umbrella. When I cut off these two black iron plum blossoms, I will be completely clean and neat."

The man suddenly said, "I remember one thing, but it's too long and I can't remember it."

Zhu Qingsheng turned his head and saw that the man's face was full of memories, thinking hard.

Songbai Taoist said, "Then you should think about it later, wait for me..."

Before he finished speaking, the man suddenly realized and said loudly: "I remember it, it was all about thirty years ago. It was the night of August 15 that year when a young man passed by here."

"So what, don't think you can delay it for a while," said Songbai Taoist disdainfully.

The man ignored him and continued to say slowly: "The young man was very strange. At that time, the place had been abandoned for decades, but the young man was not afraid at all. He walked on the street with a swagger. At that time, we lonely ghosts were hiding in the dark and looked at him. He suddenly glanced around and finally settled on me. The staring gaze seemed to see me. I was shocked and just wanted to avoid his gaze. He withdrew his gaze and took out his gaze.

Three copper coins were thrown in the air, letting the three copper coins fall on the ground, as if they were talking to themselves: 'The moon is in the Dui position, three coins are combined with one minute, the hexagram is very large, and a gentleman punishes evil and promotes good, and obeys heaven and rests his life. Since the will of heaven is destined, I will not get involved in this matter. Let's wait for the disaster to fill sixty years and come back to the future. Later, the figure of others flashed and flashed quickly in the town, so that we could not see it. Until we saw him again, he had already left the gate of the town.'"

Zhu Qingsheng couldn't understand it, but the Taoist Songbai had been practicing Taoism for a long time. He could clearly understand it. The young master clearly had divined the situation here, but the hexagrams were contradictory. In the front, he punished evil and promoted good, but behind, he was following the heaven and rested his life, meaning not to act against the heavens. The young master must have wanted to do something, but because the hexagrams could not be done too thoroughly, and the man said that his speed was very fast and his cultivation must be not low. At least he had never reached this level before his life.

Taoist Songbai hurriedly said, "What did that young man leave behind?"

The man said, "Yes, he drew a large piece of strange red text on the eight beds, and then placed it in the eight rooms around the three black iron plum blossoms, and left like that."

Bed board? Red text?

Zhu Qingsheng suddenly remembered the bright red bed he saw when he just came in. Was it the young man left behind that year?

Before Zhu Qingsheng could ask, Taoist Songbai said first: "Where are those eight bed boards?"

Seeing this, the man said that it was not related to their luck, and did not dare to be careless. He pointed to eight rooms and said, "Those beds are here."

The Taoist Songbai no longer hesitated, and his figure flashed. Soon, he threw the bed board that Zhu Qingsheng had encountered before on the ground, and saw the blood-red bed board very eye-catching in the dark night. Even though Zhu Qingsheng knew that it was all written by cinnabar, he couldn't help but feel a sudden look.

The Taoist Songbai glanced at it and was disappointed, saying, "I don't know how many years have passed. The words written on it back then have been melted, and it's useless if there is any."

Zhu Qingsheng thought that the young man had left something for later generations, he shouldn't have known that the cinnabar would melt. He then gently lay on the bed and scraped off the cinnabar layer. He was about to hold it in his hand to take a look, but suddenly he found a deep groove under the cinnabar. He quickly scraped off another layer, and a curved word that looked like a "mountain" suddenly appeared.

Zhu Qingsheng became more and more strange the more he looked at it. He hurriedly scraped off most of the cinnabar on the bed. He saw a large "Gen" Bagua figure with the word "Gen" and many complicated and curved figures were drawn around him. Zhu Qingsheng was shocked when he saw this. Isn't this the layout of the "Gen" character in the Yin-Yang line array handed over to him by his master?

Taoist Songbai also noticed it, and a suction force suddenly surged in his palms, sucking the cinnabar on the rest of the bed board cleanly, and all floated in the air.

Zhu Qingsheng swept through the eight-sided bed board, with clear grooves on it, and all the characters and pictures can be seen clearly, which is the layout drawing of the Yin and Yang line array.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!