This was the first time Zhu Qingsheng saw his master's expression, and the first time he saw him say this, and said strangely: "Master, what's wrong? What does it mean to have no soul during his lifetime?"

Sima Yuanji said slowly: "That is, before this person's consciousness dissipates, his soul has left his body. And the dead man with the silver needle has his soul left his body after his death."

Speaking of this, Zhu Qingsheng also understood that although it was only a word difference before and after death, the meaning was completely different. Zhu Qingsheng remembered that his master had said before that since ancient times, the evil sect had an evil technique that had extracted the souls of living people for their own use, but he did not talk much about the specific aspects.

Zhu Qingsheng asked, "Master, is this the situation you mentioned before?"

Sima Yuan and his face were worried and were not sure, so he explained to Ding: "Please, old man, can you help me with a basin of clean water? It is best to use a copper basin."

Ding Jie was very convinced by him at this time and hurriedly went to get a basin of clean water and put it on an empty table.

Sima Yuanhe took out a talisman from the package. When the true power came, it burned in the water. After the burning, there was no smoke left, but it seemed to melt in the water. Sima Yuanhe said seriously: "Qing'er, I have told you before that there is a yin and yang line of exploring the soul and seeking the soul. I will take the opportunity to set it once, so you have to watch it."

Sima Yuanji silently recited the magic formula, slowly reached into the water with his right hand, and scooped out some clear water with his hand. Surprisingly, the water seemed to solidify in his palm and did not flow out at all. Sima Yuanji then turned around and painted it around the lobby on the ground, and the clear water in his palm flowed along his fingertips on the ground, and it did not melt at all, as if it was fixed on the ground.

Zhu Qingsheng was both admiring and ashamed when he saw it. He didn't know when he would be able to reach the level of his master.

Ding Jie became more and more impressed, believing that he felt that he had met a noble person tonight, and this long-standing unjust case might be resolved.

Sima Yuan and painted it little by little. As dawn approached, it was the darkest moment, and the formation on the ground gradually took shape, as if it was a Bagua formation, but there were a lot of cumbersome characters added in the gaps. I felt dizzy after a few glances.

Sima Yuanhe drew the last symbol and said, "Qing'er, you must remember this formation firmly. It is more important to read a hundred times than to practice it once. You should remember it clearly first."

When Zhu Qingsheng saw that the formation was all drawn with clear water, he became more and more impressed by his master. Seeing that the formation was formed, he hurriedly focused and wrote it down bit by bit. After two cups of tea, Zhu Qingsheng remembered every inch of the formation and thought it again in his mind, and nodded to Sima Yuanji.

Sima Yuanhe has always been very satisfied with the memory of this apprentice. At that moment, a ball of orange-yellow true power condensed with his right hand, and it rotated in his palm. Suddenly, his palm stretched out, and the true power exploded, and all the candles in the hall were destroyed. The lobby was suddenly pitch black. Zhu Qingsheng thought of being among a pile of corpses in the dark night, and his scalp was numb. He felt the coldness from the top of his head to the heels, leaning towards Ding Jie little by little, and walking to Ding Jie, suddenly found that the old man's heat was faint.

Before he could figure it out, Sima Yuan and the bright and bright voice came from his ears: "The spiritual treasure talisman is clean inside and outside, calm the universe, and the dark ghost..."

Before he finished speaking, a talisman burned in the air. With Sima Yuanji's "stop", the talisman just burned to the end and turned into ashes and floated to every part of the lobby.

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew up from the ground, and a little from the ankle to the neck. Zhu Qingsheng got cold from the outside to the inside, and couldn't help but hugging his arms tightly. Thinking of an old man next to him, he asked quickly: "Grandpa, are you okay?"

Ding Jie's voice hoarseness: "I'm fine."

Before he could finish his words, a scene that Zhu Qingsheng was so shocked that he couldn't breathe. Eight light white souls slowly condensed in the dark lobby, but their body was too blurred and scattered, so they couldn't see clearly.

Zhu Qingsheng's nerves reached its limit, his mind was in chaos, and he felt that every sweat hole in his spine was getting cold, and he couldn't even move his steps. Although he had been practicing Taoism since he was a child, he was a sixteen-year-old boy after all. After all, he suddenly saw so many ghosts, how could he not be afraid?

"Dong" a dull bell sound suddenly, Zhu Qingsheng's body shook, and the sound seemed to reach the depths of his soul. He only heard a sharp and proud man laughing: "I didn't expect that in the remote countryside, there are still people who know the art of summoning souls. It just happened to be cheaper for me, Dahao Mingzhong, collect it for me!"

"Dong!Dong!Dong!" The dull bells rang one after another, and the souls and bodies shook and gradually floated upwards.

Zhu Qingsheng encountered this situation for the first time, and was stunned. In a hurry, he didn't know what to do.

Sima Yuanji said calmly: "Who is the one in the Buddhist altar? Doing this way will make you lose face!" Another talisman detonated in the air, blocking the endless bells, and the souls disappeared and scattered immediately, returning to the ground like the wind.

The bell sounded so loud that Zhu Qingsheng was upset and disgusted. He fell to the ground and vomited constantly, as if he wanted to vomit his heart and lungs. Sima Yuanji rushed over and put his right hand behind him, and a warm breath swam into his body, suppressing the feeling of depression. Zhu Qingsheng only heard the master say in his ear: "Qing'er, this person's main power is not for you. Just recite the magic mantra a few times."

Zhu Qingsheng came to his senses and asked quickly: "Where is that old man, is he going to worry about it?"

Sima Yuan and his right hand were burned with true power, and reignited the lobby candle. While getting up, he said, "The old man's horoscope is extremely hard. This bell can't hurt him, don't worry."

Sima Yuanji rushed to the outside of the lobby, stepped on his feet, and shouted in a clear voice: "You are a generational figure no matter how you say it, it's too shameful to do this." He heard the sound of the roof tiles, and it should have jumped to the top of the house.

The sharp voice laughed and said, "Since you recognize me, why don't you get out of here? Otherwise, I will kick you down and eat a dog. This will make you lose face."

Zhu Qingsheng silently recited the magic mantra several times, and he felt much more comfortable. Seeing that the old man was fine, he ran outside to find out what happened. He saw a narrow and long, fiery red oil umbrella in the dark night, which was particularly eye-catching, like a cloud of fire, and his moves stabbed towards the opposite side.

The opposite side seemed like a cloud of black fog, which was indistinguishable. It looked even darker than the night. The bells rolled, and every sound seemed to stir Zhu Qingsheng's heart and lungs, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Zhu Qingsheng had limited eyesight and could not tell who was the superior to the two above. Through the bell, he could only listen to the intermittent questioning and ridicule of the two. Although he knew that his master was good, facing this black fog-like figure, the bell that pierced into the depths of his soul, he still had some concerns about the safety of his master.

As time passed by little by little, the eastern horizon gradually turned white. Sima Yuanji was still fighting with the black fog man. Suddenly, Sima Yuanji shouted loudly, and the red light of the oil umbrella flowed and pierced into the depths of the black fog. The black fog had not moved for a long time, as if it was very hurt.

Master was victorious? Just as Zhu Qingsheng looked up and watched, a black fog suddenly exploded and rolled in front of him. A man in black rushed out with a strange smile, and a black bell that was one and a half feet wide in his hand was covered with his head.

(End of this chapter)
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