Chapter 50: The Art of Recruiting Souls
Yes, left out Carpenter Zhang!
On that stormy night, Carpenter Zhang approached Liu Erxie, the first dead man to return to the village.
It was the beginning of everything.
Moreover, Zhang Carpenter's situation was very different from the other dead people, shaped like a fierce zombie, possessing terrifying battle power, and letting Meng Fan gather the strength of five paper people before barely subduing him……. With all the strangeness, there must be a shocking secret hidden behind him!
It would be best if Carpenter Zhang could speak.
Unfortunately, however, Zhang Carpenter's body had been destroyed, and had been put away by Meng Fan in the Chaos Space of the Qiankun Pendant, and could no longer be used.
Meng Fan pacified Zhang Chunkeng, the carpenter's son, and promised to do his best to facilitate this matter, then headed towards Zhang Maozi's house.
Zhang's mother-in-law had been addicted to cultivation for her entire life, and possessed a cultivation level of two levels of Spirit Condensation, as well as some messy and strange means, as if she were an encyclopedia integrating the knowledge of strange forces and gods, so there must be a way to make it happen.
This was also the reason why Meng Fan often looked for Granny Zhang to chat with her, it was indeed beneficial.
Walking along the village path, some of the villagers saw that it was Meng Fan coming over, and ran over to greet him from a long distance, very cordial, and looked at Meng Fan in a much different light than before.
In the past, it was roughly the way elders looked at their juniors, not much respect could be said. And after the incident with the horrible paper man, the gaze that looked at him was fearful and unkind.
But now the gazes, they were burning and reverent, as if Meng Fan was a round of sun, shining brightly, reflecting their gazes differently, as if …… those who worshipped the Buddha suddenly saw the Bodhisattva of Great Compassion standing in front of them.
If he were the Meng Fan of the past, he would be afraid that he would blush and be short of breath if he was subjected to such warm attention, but now he was smiling blandly, walking calmly step by step, chatting with the villagers who greeted him enthusiastically, "Uncle Yu, is Granny still …… used to eating after she left? "
"Get used to eating, get used to eating."
"That's good."
"Just not used to sleeping alone."
"……"
After bidding farewell to Yu Fengqing, without taking a few steps, he ran into Butcher Zhu again, who was carrying half a rack of ribs, with slices of bright red, blood-dripping meat dangling down from it, and stopped Meng Fan, handing over the ribs, "I was just about to look for you, freshly cut meat, take it home and stew it in a pot."
Meng Fan is not raw, took the half slice of ribs, heavy, smiled, "That broom ……"
Zhu Butcher's cross-fleshed face actually shamed up, rubbing his greasy hands, "Throw it away, it's distracting to see it ……"
Meng Fan smiled and nodded: "Good thing …… no one has to sweep the floor."
Butcher Zhu smiled blushingly and scratched his head, "There's a big one at home ……"
"……"
Then, when he was almost walking to the house of Zhang's mother-in-law, he bumped into Sun Village Chief again, who was carrying a black plastic bag, and he didn't know what was inside.
"Paper money." Village Chief Sun weighed the bag and grinned at Meng Fan, squeezing out a face full of folds, "Tens of billions of it, for my brother's grave, and let him buy a big mansion down there, install dozens of air conditioners, and never have to fix the electric fans again."
"Tsk …… really atmospheric!"
Meng Fan smiled broadly, but …… is there really a netherworld?
Although he was already a cultivator and had experienced many weirdnesses, he threw a skeptical attitude as to whether or not the netherworld existed.
If there really is a netherworld, those villagers who died and came back to life, how did they return to their souls?
Obviously their souls still existed on this land, it was impossible that they came back from the netherworld.
This was something he couldn't figure out at the moment.
Sun village chief warmly chatting with Meng Fan, words are not lacking in words of gratitude, saying that Meng Fan helped him to solve the big trouble, to the village to create a blessing …… and so on, a look of gratitude, almost to the hand of the paper money to Meng Fan, scared Meng Fan hurriedly excuse to go away.
Not only Meng Fan here is so, Meng Qingshan couple was treated so, they just became the most popular people in the village, no matter where they go, there are people enthusiastically surrounded by chatting, say some words of thanks, Meng mother to go to a small store to play soy sauce can delay half a day,…… Meng Qingshan is a couple of times did not have dinner in the house, a little wine! Drinking is very hard, to Meng mother fussed that this is called …… entertainment.
Roughly it is still because Meng Fan has created a blessing for the village.
The sunlight through the thin leaves, dappled to the ground, Meng Fan traveled all the way, walking through a grass and a tree, the state of mind is also changing, the beauty …… around him is also needed to guard.
Since he returned to the village, encountered a number of bizarre things, these things at every turn to kill people, is also considered to be his life, replaced by others, I am afraid that has long become a dead body in the coffin.
Some things still need to be resolved as soon as possible, if you let it grow, I'm afraid the consequences are unimaginable.
He looked up at the sky, the light makes people dizzy, when he closed his eyes, there is always a bad feeling, I feel that this surface calm, hidden reveals a crisis of death.
Walked to the front door of Zhang granny s house, Meng Fan stopped, suddenly found the grass ash on the ground disappeared, stupefied, the heart flooded with a ripple of helplessness, can not help but raise his eyes to look at the creek's house: "Hey, this girl is not wanting …… to."
With Meng Fan's current cognition, he naturally knows that the role of those grass and wood ashes at the door is nothing more than a simple means used by Granny Zhang to ward off evil spirits and drive away ghosts, a means that is also commonplace in the countryside, once a funeral procession passes by the door of their house, they will sprinkle some ash residue in advance and let the wandering spirits not be allowed to enter the house. And Zhang's grass and wood ashes should be a little more spiritual.
Only this kind of tactic would probably unintentionally break a deep wish in Xiao Xi's heart.
The gate was unlocked, Meng Fan hung the ribs sent by Butcher Zhu on the fence outside, pushed the door and walked to the yard, and was about to say hello, when Liu Xiaoxi had already walked out, a pair of beautiful eyes red and swollen, obviously not sleeping all night, looked at Meng Fan and opened his mouth, "Meng Fan …… "
As a result, as soon as he opened his mouth, tears fell: "I've been waiting for two days …… I still haven't waited ……"
Meng Fan was a little heartbroken, walked forward, grasped Xiao Xi's soft, boneless little hand in his hand, his other hand helped her wipe the warm tears, paused, and said softly, "Don't cry ……"
Liu Xiaoxi took a deep breath, wanting to hold back the tears as if, but obviously failed, so she put her face on Meng Fan's chest, saving him from seeing it, and maybe laughing at her …… A faint after the sunshine baking, very good smell of the flavor, emanated from his body, giving a person a very warm feeling.
In the past, I am afraid that it is still not possible for two people to be …… close like this. Now it was a very natural look.
"Will they come again?" She asked, "I've already swept away Grandma's grass dust."
Meng Fan gently rested his hand on Xiao Xi's soft waist, the touch was warm, "I'll help you wait together tonight."
Liu Xiaoxi raised her hazel tearful eyes, glanced at Meng Fan, and nodded …… The yellow warblers perched on the surrounding trees chirped carelessly, their voices clear and melodious, bobbing their little heads, looking curiously at the two people in the yard, some feelings, they don't understand.
Not understand the best, understand the more, the more trouble.
A poem once said: Emotionlessness is not like sentimental bitterness, an inch also into ten million strands. The end of the world has a poor time, only lovesickness endless place ……
Love is divided into ten million kinds, and all kinds are lovesickness.
Meng Fan found Granny Zhang and told him about the purpose of the trip, and Granny Zhang frowned and contemplated for a moment and nodded: "It is indeed feasible to let the ghosts speak …… This kind of thing is indeed feasible, and a master of the old body used to teach me that it is just a matter of recruiting souls, but it only takes a little bit of effort and trouble, and if it is a replacement for the old body …… this is all just a small matter."
After saying that, he looked toward the corpse refining furnace in the courtyard, his gaze revealing eagerness.
Meng Fan skimmed his mouth, this wife is really not polite, took the opportunity to bring up the conditions, smiled, "line, that furnace also sun a lot of days, should be able to use, it's time to give you an addiction, by the way, ask, how many masters do you …… have in the end?"
"Hey." Zhang granny s old face glowed, licked her lips, a face of reminiscence, "When the old body was young, …… although it was not as pretty as Xiaoxi, but it was also considered …… a flowery face, and I don t know how many of the senior people who grabbed to take me as a disciple, and I learned a lot of Funny things ……"
Meng Fan glanced at the smiling somewhat complacent Zhang granny, a dipper of cold water poured over: "Look pretty do something not …… learn this ……"