After signing the covenant with the White Paper City Lord, the entire Qingjiao Army breathed a sigh of relief.
Their situation is actually very bad.
In the underworld, this army was hated by the cloudy sky and could not stay at all. Back in the yang world, it is best to stay in the dark and wet swamps.
First, this is the home of the Qingjiao Army, and it has a large survival foundation. Second, the Qing family in the Qingjiao Army are all ghost people, and it is not comfortable for them to really let them live in the sun. What they like and adapt to is an environment like a damp and dark marsh.
After the divine contract was signed, Qing Jiaojun was recognized by the white paper city lord, eliminating hidden dangers, and was able to stay here to continue living and practicing with peace of mind.
Ning Zhuo summoned Jiao Ma's biological father and the current leader of the Qing family, and asked the two of them to be responsible for arranging the rest of their respective families.
Qingjiao's army was also mixed with a large number of ghosts, these ghosts were all Qingchi's use of the art of war and money to communicate ghosts, and they were directly plotted against them on the battlefield.
It just so happened that Luo Si, a primordial infant-level ghost general, had already joined in, so Ning Zhuo handed over the work of compiling ghosts to him.
Qing Chi was still in a coma.
Ning Zhuo discussed with Luo Si and Sun Lingtong to no avail, all three of them were not good at medical skills, but they all guessed that this was probably related to Mingjiao's cutting of the national weapon.
Ning Zhuo had the seal of the Lord of Wangchuan in his hand, but it was not refined by him.
The Mingjiao scissors are also national weapons, but they were refined by Qing Chi for their own use. Qing Yan's domineering power made Ning Zhuo and the others secretly stunned.
Qing Chi was only building a foundation for cultivation, and forcibly refining a national weapon like Mingjiao Scissors, which naturally had a great burden.
The blood in her body burned, turning into a raging green flame, scorching the Mingjiao scissors.
The Mingjiao Scissors were only initially forced, and there was still some distance to be completely subdued.
If it were a normal human race, Qing Chi would have died long ago. But in the body of the ghost clan, the vitality and death account for half of each other, and the green flame can not only heal,
It can also kill and injure, and is the power of the unity of life and death.
Her current state is like a python swallowing an elephant, lying on the ground unable to move, digesting the giant thing in her belly with all her might.
Ning Zhuo carefully probed with his consciousness and found that Qingchi's state was developing in a positive direction, but it was only very slow.
After all, the Mingjiao Scissors no longer had any support, and the longer it passed, the weaker it became.
What Ning Zhuo had to do was to take care of Qingchi every once in a while, supplementing her body and soul with nutrients, so as to support the scale and heat of Qingyan in her body.
Now that the environment is stable, it is not difficult at all to do this.
Ning Zhuo was still injured, so he began to understand the "Water Burial Chong and the Accumulated Virtue Sutra".
"The husband is as good as water, and there is no dispute about the benefits. The burial is not a work of extinction, but actually the pivot of harmony, leading to bias and correction, and returning to the center. Using water as a medium,
It penetrates negative yin and positive yang, absorbs turbidity and purification, and travels around without danger, so it accumulates virtue like a river and a sea, and it is self-contained—"
"The four virtues of water: one day soft, all curved and straight, around the stone through the tomb, unhindered and unhindered; The second day is clear, turbid and clear, unfazed, not rejected or welcomed; the third is Heng, dripping cave rock, trickling down to the ravine, using diligence as if it exists; The fourth is purity, cleaning the dust and reflecting the shadow, returning to the root and empty, and seeing the heart of heaven—"
Ning Zhuo's brows became tighter and tighter, and all kinds of thoughts in the sea of gods burst like bubbles. Occasionally, there were lightning-like thoughts that swept across the sky above the divine sea dantian.
He was immersed in this Taoist scripture, forgetting the time, and after a day and a night, he seemed to wake up and get out of the state of immersion.
Ning Zhuo looked tired, hurriedly ate some spiritual food and fell asleep.
After a full sleep, he took some healing elixirs, and then continued to immerse himself in reading the "Water Burial Chong and the Virtue Sutra".
The whole text of this scripture is only a few hundred words, which is similar to the Cremation Prajna Spiritual Sutra, all of which are subtle words and contain Tao and truth.
Ning Zhuo relied on the depth of the water realm, and he made rapid progress in the early stage.
On the third day, you are sure that you will be able to successfully perform this Taoist scripture.
After adjusting the state slightly, he had people arrange it in the festival barracks and place some ghost corpses in piles.
Ning Zhuo came to this pile of ghost corpses, pinched his fingers, and performed the Water Burial Chong and the Virtue Sutra.
But I saw that the water mist was generated out of thin air and spread rapidly, covering the entire pile of ghostly corpses. Then, drops of dew condensed, some slowly fell down from the misty water, and some appeared inside and on the surface of the ghost corpse.
Ning Zhuo shook his arms and drew a Tai Chi pattern in front of him with his left and right fingers.
At the same time, he increased his mana instillation, and the water mist suddenly boiled, continuously dissolving the ghostly corpses.
The pile of ghost households slowly decreased.
In this process, a little bit of merit light floated out like a faint firefly, and they all fell into Ning Zhuo's body.
The whole process lasted for half an hour, and Ning Zhuo cleaned up the pile of ghostly corpses in front of him.
Luo Si and Sun Lingtong watched the whole process.
Sun Lingtong asked curiously: How does it feel to have merit in the body?
Ning Zhuo shook his head, indicating that he didn't feel anything at all.
Luo Si said that this was left by the gray bone old man, specially taught to Ning Zhuo, which must be unusual. This is the first time it has been cast, and it will surely benefit greatly over time in the future.
Ning Zhuo frowned slightly: "But if you want to bury the ashes of the senior in water, I'm afraid this level is not enough."
Sun Lingtong secretly comforted: "Xiaozhuo, rest assured. Since your mother left a special message in the jade slip, asking you to get these ghosts to try them out first, and then go to the underworld to bury the old man on the banks of the Wangchuan River, this arrangement must be feasible!"
"Next, you just learn and practice, keep practicing, and deepen your understanding."
"I will help you too."
This is something that Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin specially explained, and Ning Zhuo needs to hurry up and do it.
After completing the matter of burying the old man with ashes in water, Ning Zhuo needed to rush to the headquarters of the Vientiane Sect non-stop.
Although there is still some time before the official opening of the Feiyun Conference, Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin left a message for Ning Zhuo, telling him that the sooner he goes, the better.
Before "flying clouds", it is best to "prosper the clouds" first
Ning Zhuo is a good child and naturally listens to his mother.
He returned to the commander's tent, sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, and realized carefully that there were many mysterious feelings, but he couldn't grasp them.
Ning Zhuo continued to read the "Water Burial Chong and the Accumulated Virtue Sutra", which did have a little more clarity than before.
"Alas, it would be nice if Lingyin Liu was by my side." Ning Zhuo began to miss his good baby.
It's a pity that now, he has to rush back to Nandou Kingdom, and the distance is too far.
One round trip, the Feiyun Conference is likely to miss most of it.
Ning Zhuo practiced while learning, deepening his understanding.
Sun Lingtong also helped him understand and communicated with Ning Zhuo secretly,
burial is not a burial form, and the qi returns to the void; Rushing is not rushing, and the light is the same as the dust. The dew is clear and the sky is bright; Virtue is like clouds and water, and there is no trace of passing through the mountains:
When the two discussed this paragraph, Sun Lingtong expressed his understanding: "This is the essence of harmony, in the unintentional and unattached: those who are forced to bury hurt their harmony, and those who accumulate forcibly damage their truth."
Ning Zhuo's eyes lit up suddenly, Sun Lingtong's words triggered him again and again, and his understanding of the Water Burial Chong and the Jide Sutra suddenly deepened.
Two days later, he stood in front of the pile of ghostly corpses and once again performed the Water Burial Flushing and the Accumulated Virtue Sutra.
This time, the water mist quickly filled the air, and the dew condensed into rain. Under the light rain, the pile of ghost corpses only took a stove of incense before it completely disappeared.
The merit was like wisps of smoke, intermittently thrown into Ning Zhuo's body.
Luo Si witnessed it and praised Ning Zhuo for making rapid progress.
Ning Zhuo also praised him, and recently he has been training the ghost soldiers, and the effect is immediate.
It's not easy!
You must know that these ghosts are all strong people who have survived after several large formations have been constantly replaced. In particular, there are many ghost kings that the old mother of a hundred ghosts has worked hard to raise and cultivate.
Two more days passed.
A group of ghosts were next to each other, bound into a ball.
Ning Zhuo stood in front of them, his hands were like swords, and he drew a Tai Chi pattern on his chest.
As soon as he urged the water burial and the accumulation of virtue sutras, clouds and mist immediately rose into the sky, turning into heavy rain clouds, and then a torrential rain poured down, pouring out countless ghosts.
The rainwater gradually formed stagnant water on the ground. The water ripples continuously, and if it is deeper, there will be a small wave posture.
These ghosts are all alive, buried abruptly in water, but it takes only a cup of tea.
A large amount of merit was like silk threads, gathering in Ning Zhuo's body. Ning Zhuo used his consciousness to gather the silk-like merits on Sun Lingtong and Luo Si.
After a while, Ning Zhuo exhaled softly, and his clothes slowly closed as they flew over.
He looked back at Sun Lingtong and Luo Si who were watching, and said to them: "It's time to turn to the underworld."
Ning Zhuo summoned Jiao Ma's biological father and representatives of the Qing family, and told them to guard the camp well, not to go out at will, and to wait for their return with peace of mind.
The three of them traveled lightly, dived deep into the Mingjiao River, and entered the underworld again.
As soon as I entered, I encountered the whirlpool at the bottom of the river. After the three of them tossed and turned, they got out of trouble.
They knew that they were hated by the cloudy sky, and after leaving the Mingjiao River, they rushed to the nearest Wangchuan non-stop.
Along the way, they encountered disasters one after another.
By the time Wangchuan arrived, two days had already passed, and they were all disgraced.
The Wangchuan River was surging, and the sound of the waves seemed to be mixed with the sobbing of hundreds of millions of souls.
Ning Zhuo's face was serious, he took out the corpse of the gray bone old man and pushed him into the river.
Ning Zhuo and the guide, the water mist rolled out of the sleeve and piled up in mid-air to form rain clouds. The heavy rain poured down on the river, melting the corpses of the old man with gray bones.
A cold wind suddenly blew on the river, and the wind eroded the bones and blew fiercely towards Ning Zhuo.
Luo Si and Sun Lingtong had already prepared and immediately took action to defeat this yin wind.
After the cold wind, it was cloudy clouds, and thunderbolts fell down.
Sun Lingtong shrank his head and could only let Luo Si top it. He secretly stuttered: The old man buried in water seemed to cause deeper and more disgust in the cloudy sky,
The disaster cast was much stronger than what the Qingjiao army encountered when it retreated!
Ning Zhuo drew the trajectory of Yin and Yang Pisces with both hands, and the rain drove the water, forming waves of waves.
Countless waves covered the gray bone old man's body, causing his pouring speed to soar several times.
Clusters of merit, like carp, flew to Ning Zhuo's body, and then dissipated directly,
Ning Zhuo's consciousness was controlled, and 60% of the carp merit bypassed him, flew to Luo Si and Sun Lingtong's body, and flowed in, also like filling a pit, not stored, but dissipated invisibly.
The bones of the gray bone old man disintegrated inch by inch, and a stream of blue smoke rose into the sky, and the rain could not cover it.
In the end, the gray bone old man completely disappeared, and the merit of this water burial was complete!
Ning Zhuo's eyes were slightly closed, standing by the Wangchuan River, chasing the spiritual light in his mind with all his might.
After half a ring, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the brilliance in his eyes flashed like lightning.
The water burial of the old man made him gain a lot.
He turned his head to look at Luo Si and Sun Lingtong: "I have realized the intention of the gray bone senior."
"He is the one behind the plan, one of the murderers who destroyed the century-old plan of the Lord of Wangchuan, so like us, he is also hated by the heavens of the underworld."
"Now, I am burying him here, but I am acting on behalf of heaven and gaining the recognition of the heavens in the underworld and the merits of the underworld."
"In this way, our disgust is offset by these merits."
"In the future, the more merit we have, the less we will hate, and sooner or later we will turn from negative to positive, and even gain the favor of the cloudy sky!"
This good news made Ross remember the gray bone old man even more.
He sighed deeply and looked at the surging river: "Even before he died, Senior Gray Bone still took care of us. He did not hesitate to use his body to maximize its value and use it to help us!"
The three of them coincidentally bowed deeply to the surface of the Wangchuan River.
The return journey is much easier than before, and the number of accidents and disasters is less than 30% of what it used to be.
Luo Si pondered: "It seems that in the future, we need to do something for the cloudy day and make meritorious contributions."
Sun Ning and the two nodded at the same time.
This is necessary.
Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin said in the message of the jade slip that the Qingjiao army had been arranged.
If the Qingjiao Army wants to continue to develop, in addition to expanding the army, it is to go to the underworld to train troops!
Although through the Mingjiao River, it directly entered the territory of the sworn enemy Lord Wangchuan. But in the next period of time, the Wangchuan Underworld will inevitably have to resist the ferocious offensive of the Ghost Fire Underworld, and it will be difficult to muster up the strength to eliminate this small army.
Moreover, the stronghold of the Qingjiao Army is located in the hideout of the Seventh Paper Man Army.
This is the location arranged by Scholar Xuansu, and it is very secret.
As soon as he returned to the festival barracks, Ning Zhuo got a piece of good news and woke up one by one!
"Just" the Qing family monk looked sad and shook his head slowly.
Ning Zhuo knew Qing Chi's state and hurriedly asked: "What does she remember?"
The Qing family monk shook his head again, his tone heavy: "Patriarch, she doesn't remember anything."
Ning Zhuo was silent for a while.
In silence, the three of them came to the tent, lifted the curtain, and saw the girl Qingchi leaning against the corner, but holding a wooden stick as a sharp sword, constantly slashing hard, shouting loudly, and expelling everyone who dared to approach her.
The monks around her were all advising her to calm down, but the ghost girl was very stubborn, making everyone feel headed.
A boy with a big head appeared.
Qing Chi's expression suddenly changed, she looked at Ning Zhuo foolishly, showing an unprecedented softness: "You—who are you? Why do I feel so kind to you?"
Guilt lingered in Ning Zhuo's heart, he sighed deeply, stared at Qing Chi, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, it's me."
Ning Zhuo opened his mouth slightly, wanting to introduce himself, but it was too difficult to speak.
For a moment, he wanted to tell Qing Chi that his name was Jiao Ma.
But in the end, he gritted his teeth and faced Qing Chi: "Hello, Qing Chi."
"I am Ning Zhuo Yiyi."