Taoist chanting

Chapter 3 seems to be in the wrong place

As he wished, the golden rooster rushed forward with a burst of strength, "chi la", and its wings were torn apart with a sound.

The golden rooster, who struggled forward and slammed into it, didn't know the pain, slanted and fluttered, dodging the bite of the monster's other head.

Zhang Kedao's heart was hanging. If he had a heart at this time, he would be so nervous that he would forget to recite the scriptures and continue to cheer for the brave golden rooster.

It's so exciting, it's several times more exciting than the first time I spent the night in an old cemetery in a mountain village when I was a teenager and almost scared to pee.

"...Who are you?"

The voice of the soul caller suddenly came out of the broken rooster in the golden light.

It seems to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and the sound is misty, very strange.

But he could hear a man's voice, not old.

The other party finally realized that he was wrong and asked a question.

Zhang Kedao can't speak in the state of his soul. Even if he can speak, he doesn't dare to respond. A Taoist master who can cast spells in the world to summon souls in the underworld cannot afford to offend him. He is now thinking of escaping back to the world first. tell you later.

It was at this moment that the golden rooster broke into the viscous darkness, and ran forward again with its feet. Every time it fell, it made a hollow stamping "da" sound, the echoes oscillated, and the golden light quickly faded away.

Zhang Kedao was lying on the rooster's back, wishing he could shrunk his figure into the gap of the chicken feathers.

He felt that there were a few slightly bright forks in the road, and he was anxious and only hoped to get out quickly. How did the ghost gate look like, he was like a blind man who was blind, and he didn't have the curiosity to travel in a leisurely mood.

I don't know how long it took, maybe in an instant, Zhang Kedao suddenly felt light on his body.

Although it was still dark in his field of vision, he could see the stars under the night sky, shining so cutely.

"Break out, haha, finally escaped!"

Zhang Kedao almost cried with joy, and the gloomy discomfort around him disappeared completely.

The same darkness made him feel different warmth.

This is the vitality of the world.

It's like a lifetime, it's good to be alive!
The big rooster under him wiped away the last ray of dim golden light, thumping and shrinking quickly, turning into a piece of yellow paper that flutters and rolls, falling down the dark mountain below.

Zhang Kedao ran away from the yellow paper along the wind, waving his fuzzy arms, saying goodbye to the yellow paper that helped him get out of trouble.

He is happy at the moment, let him be happy for a while.

Let's think about where the soul is and how to find it later.

Being able to escape from the underworld is a great fortune, it is the accumulation of virtue by the ancestors, and the blessing of the Taoist ancestors.

It was many chances and coincidences that made his life undeserving.

A vague palm suddenly appeared in the air, emitting a faint light in the night, the size of a windmill, the yellow paper that was about to fall to the top of the mountain strayed upwards into the palm, and at the same time, there was a strange voice that I couldn't understand, which shook the air like water. fluctuation.

Such a strange change shocked Zhang Kedao, who had been flying dozens of meters away.

Did the guy in the underworld chase it out?

He reacted quickly, he was the master of spell casting and summoning!
Haosheng's mysterious and unpredictable methods are simply unheard of, much more cool and mysterious than the special effects of Wumao played on TV.

Zhang Kedao was so frightened that he forgot that he was in a state of soul at this time. He didn't dare to breathe or even move, for fear of attracting the attention of the other party. The other party was angry that he had broken the soul-evoking thing, but he had no way to argue, and there was no way to argue.

He just wanted to stay away from this kind of terrifying trouble, instead of thanking him face-to-face, no thanks.

A gust of wind, like a wave, swept away the fluttering soul.

The fuzzy palm roamed for a while in that area, but did not find any clues, and finally disappeared boringly.

Zhang Kedao fled with the wind. It took a long time for him to realize that the danger was lifted before he dared to move at will. He easily escaped from the wind and fell to the dark and dimly lit buildings on the right under the mountain.

As they got closer, Zhang Kedao laughed dumbly. The buildings in this place are very retro.

Narrow stone streets, white walls and black tiles, overhanging eaves and flying corners, carved beams and painted buildings, the tallest wooden buildings are only two stories, and there are a few coarse cloth covers used by ancient inns and restaurants to attract customers. He didn't recognize the ghostly characters that were written on the cover.

Which unsophisticated copycat film and television base is it?

Zhang Kedao fell into the air in the middle of the street at the same level as the store's plaque, and identified it carefully.

The boxy square characters on the top, as well as the plaque on the opposite side, and the words on the plaque next to the shop are clearly written with a brush and then carved and painted with tools. Not a word was recognized.

What kind of magic modified Chinese character is this?

A black dog came out of the dog hole in the yard next to it, and suddenly startled, it barked into the air with its tail tucked into the air.

In an instant, as if getting a signal, many dogs in the small town barked and barked fiercely.

They want to tell the sleeping people that dirty things have been found invading the town.

Zhang Kedao was at a loss but instinctively avoided the dark place. He felt a little bad. It reminded him of the weird language accompanied by the shadow of the palm before. He seemed to have come to a strange place similar to ancient China but not Chinese civilization.

The strange thing is that in the Nether Realm, he can clearly understand the words of the soul caller, so how did he change when he came out?
How does this allow him to find his body and restore his yang?
Even if there is some kind of secret connection between his soul and his body, they are not in the same time and space.

Time waits for no one. Before the sun rises, it is best for him to let his soul rest, otherwise he will be in big trouble. According to the uncommon knowledge he learned as an amateur Taoist priest, if he cannot return to the sun within three days, he will become a wanderer. Lonely ghost.

Moreover, having to return to the sun one day every night will cause great harm to his soul and body.

As he retreated, there were a few mumbled curses from the town, and the barking of dogs gradually subsided.

Zhang Kedao couldn't understand the meaning of swearing and scolding at all. Based on his years of experience in "Jianghu" during his college days and in society, it was not one of the most difficult dialects in southern China.

There was the sound of a clapper, "Boom—boom, boom, boom!"

It was four beeps, one slow and three fast, accompanied by shouts that dragged the old voice that could not be understood.

Zhang Kedao carefully counted the repeated beeping sounds three times, and sighed silently. The customs in this place are similar to those in ancient China, so it is already the fourth watch, around [-]:[-] in the morning, and there is not much time left for him.

Zhang Kedao was so impatient that he recited "Qing Xin Jue" silently three times in a row before calming down and thinking about countermeasures.

After a while, Zhang Kedao, who did not give up, decided to look forward to the town again.

This is a matter of life and death, and it should not be sloppy.

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(End of this chapter)