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  Resurrecting the soul, three souls return to their rightful place. In fact, most Taoist priests are unwilling to take on such a task. The escaped soul belongs to yin, and resurrecting the soul is different from summoning it back. The former refers to the physical body being dead, while the latter only refers to a state of lost and bewildered soul.

  Saving lives is not uncommon in history, some skilled doctors have an idiom called "magic hands bring spring", often seen in medicine, bringing people who originally had no breathing and heartbeat back to life. If a Taoist plays this trick, it's called resurrection, which is very unlucky and full of danger.

  The danger comes from another world, Taoists believe that birth, aging, illness and death are natural laws, irreversible and unbreakable. How long a person lives, whether they are rich or poor, is predetermined at birth, so they call the time spent alive "yang shou". When this yang shou is exhausted, the person naturally disappears, such as Yuan Xiaobai, she has now been struck off the book of life and death, you insist on bringing her back to live a lively life, wouldn't that be disrupting the natural order?

  Without rules, nothing can be accomplished. The world of the living has its own laws and the underworld has its own regulations. If Yuan Xiaobai were to come back to life again, how would her lifespan in the mortal realm be calculated? Cha Wenbin thought for a moment, and there was only one way to do it - to use the "Deception of Heaven and Earth" technique.

  This method is a bit damaging, this person died, and there are several types. The most common one is old age, the end of one's life span. There is another type, which is accidental death, such as natural disasters, man-made disasters, accidents, and murder. This kind of person actually has not exhausted his life span, but his physical body has been destroyed and there is no way to save him. What he wants to do is to first rescue the girl, and then find a person who died an untimely death, use his life span to extend it to Xiaobai's body, but the two people must have the same birth date and both be female, and then give Xiaobai a new name.

  It must be said that this thing belongs to the evil arts and is not recognized by the orthodox. The method given to Cha Wenbin by Li Shenxian was indeed this technique, which was allegedly invented by a Taoist from Jiangxi during the Song Dynasty's Huizong period. After inventing this move, he originally wanted to enter the imperial court and get an elixir of immortality for the emperor, but unfortunately, when he arrived in Kaifeng, he had already been captured by the Jurchen-led Jin dynasty and taken as a prisoner beyond the Great Wall. During the chaotic years of war, he followed the Yellow River, planning to go to the Jin Dynasty to offer his services, but unfortunately, his fate was sealed, and when crossing the river, he encountered a capsized boat, and after being rescued and brought ashore, he soon contracted pneumonia and died.

  The one who saved him was the ancestor of Li Shenxian, named Tiancong Daoren. The Taoist thought that he would die and come back to life, so he handed over his method to Tiancong, wanting Tiancong to pull him up after his death. Tiancong was a straightforward person, and after discovering the inside story of this magic, he felt evil and knew it was a chaotic thing that disrupted the moral order of heaven. He burned the Jiangxi Taoist to ashes with one fire, and even scattered his ashes into the Yellow River.

  People died, but things were left behind. The ancestors did things like this, and the bad things they collected were called forbidden techniques. They were passed down to Li Shenxian's hands, but no one had ever used them before. It was just that Tiancong thought this method was too sinister, and the soul of the person who borrowed it would not be willing to rest in peace. The practitioner would likely suffer heavenly punishment.

  Zha Wenbin didn't care about that much, he went upstairs first, holding a small can in his hand, both ends of the can were empty, one end was sealed with a symbol at the bottom.

  The door was easily opened, and as before, everything was pitch black. A red candle was taken out and lit carefully, and the room suddenly had a dim light.

  "Xiao Bai, are you there?" Cha Wenbin called out softly.

  Lao Xia stretched on the bed and said, "Stop shouting, seeing you like that is scary."

  Wen Bin took the bell and rang it lightly, saying: "The wandering soul does not ask where the way is, the bell rings to guide the soul on both sides of the road. Please enter the pot without thinking, and I will take you back to your hometown!" A talisman was inserted into his hand, ignited like a candle, and walked around the house three times in a row, as if he had discovered something. He pointed at the corner of the wall and shouted: "Hurry up and surrender!"

  A lone figure, not very clear to see, a dark mass in the glow of the firelight. Cha Wenbin swung the jar towards the shadowy figure, and suddenly a loud ringing sound came from his hand. Old Xia seemed to have heard a woman's terrified scream. In the middle of the night, in the empty house, the voice that called out made her heart feel cold. He knew she used to be their friend, but now faced what appeared to be an unfeeling Daoist.

  Downstairs, beside the coffin, Old Xia was smoking by himself, staring at the woman lying in the open coffin. He was deep in thought. Old Cha thought he had something to say and stopped what he was doing, asking: "Something on your mind?"

  Lao Xia touched his occipital bone and said seriously: "It's really a pity..."

  Resurrecting the soul requires setting up a resurrection formation. On this land, a pure white sheet has already been laid out. Yuan Xiaobai has been lifted out of her coffin. Forty-nine candles are lit around her, a total of seven sevens. This is not romance, but a jump to death. The yellowish candlelight on her face and body is like a lantern urging her to die.

  An old-fashioned brush pen, no one knows where he got it from. Old Xia said that the front of the pen was split like an old hen's tail. A small plate, the plate is empty, Old Cha seriously sat on the ground talking to the air, humming and ah-ing, anyway, Old Xia said he couldn't understand, only felt dizzy and swollen-headed.

  It was almost dawn, and Lao Xia didn't know how much longer he would have to wait. The living room had a sofa, and Lao Xia felt tired, so he went over and lay down. The Yuan family's house had floor-to-ceiling windows all around, with a layer of white gauze that faintly filtered the hazy moonlight outside. As he snored softly, Lao Xia only felt how tired he was, but later found out that it was actually the yang energy of all the living people in the room suddenly dropping.

  Have you seen hell? The living have not, the real underworld can only be seen after death, and the dead will not speak. Old Xia felt a chill, he curled up, wave after wave of cold seeping into his skin, straight to his bones, suddenly a shiver woke him up. His eyelids were heavy, blurry as he looked at Cha Wenbin still sitting there, but he always felt that there were many people in the room, those people were by his side, even with a feeling of skin contact.

  "Don't move." Old Zha had somehow gotten up and whispered in Old Xia's ear, "You didn't see anything, you didn't hear anything. Tomorrow morning, go find a temple with a lot of incense and stay there all day to ward off the bad luck."

  Lao Xia wanted to ask, but his mouth had already been covered by Cha Wenbin, who made a silencing gesture. Lao Xia rolled his eyes and suddenly saw that on the floor-to-ceiling window, there seemed to be several large handprints, black and still moving.

  "Uuuu..." He wanted to remind Cha Wenbin, but Cha Wenbin gave him a strange smile instead. His mouth was open, revealing a row of big white teeth, but Old Xia felt that the inside of Cha's mouth was a crimson color, just like a wild beast about to devour its prey. This was absolutely not like the Taoist he knew.

  What is the law of survival in nature? The strong prey on the weak! Zha Wenbin knew that if he didn't become more evil than these devils when dealing with them, he would be torn to pieces. Tonight, he opened a small mouth, a small gate of hell, right here in this old mansion!

  From today on, no one can live here anymore, this is what he and Mr. Yuan have agreed upon. The Yang house has turned into a Yin house, the current Yuan family mansion is now a giant tomb standing in the midst of a modern city, and all the lonely souls and wild ghosts within a radius of ten miles will come to report tonight, this method is indeed unusually ominous.

  An hour ago, Cha Wenbin had cut open Yuan Xiaobai's middle finger. Her blood was still warm and began to flow into the small bowl from the gap between her fingers. Dipping a little into his mouth, Cha Wenbin sucked it in, slightly salty.

  There must be a part of himself in this blood, he thought to himself. Another slash, and this time it was his own, the two men's blood mixing together once again.

  Sorcery originated from blood sacrifice, ancient people believed that human blood contained his soul. It is possible that the Taoist who created this spell would not have thought that someone would reuse it a thousand years later.

  Zha Wenbin's fingers moved swiftly in the bowl, and the blood swirled into a whirlpool. His fingers sped up, and the blood almost splashed out several times before falling back. It seemed that the blood had been mixed thoroughly, and the forked brush opened lightly, stirring it gently. The originally dry and disordered brush tips suddenly came to life, becoming soft and supple. The bent or curved hairs greedily absorbed the blood in the bowl, and he felt that the weight of the brush was no longer something he could lift.

  This is the key to the gates of hell, collecting one thousand deceased persons' coronal suture center three hairs, half male and half female, all from the same birth eight characters: yin year, yin month, yin time, yin moment. The brush handle was made from a centenarian's leg bone who lived to be 120 years old, completing two cycles of sixty years. This thing is an evil object, that Jiangxi Taoist spent decades collecting it. When Zha Wenbin saw the old man take it out and tell the truth behind it, he suddenly felt that he had done something extremely cruel and shameless.

  Those three strands of hair are where a person's three souls reside. The Daoist took the souls of a thousand people and sealed them in that leg bone. The leg bone has gone through two cycles of sixty years, symbolizing yin and yang longevity. The dead soul is trapped inside the leg bone, forever cycling between life and death, unable to transcend for ten thousand years. This resentment grows greater with each passing day, fundamentally unable to escape. At the sight of human blood, it naturally goes wild and absorbs it, concentrating all its resentment at the tip of the brush.

  The so-called "using poison to attack poison" refers to the idea of using a strong stimulus to awaken the mind. It is said that only when thousands of people cry out can the earth be opened, and this is the origin of the name of this pen.

  Taking a deep breath, Cha Wenbin slowly lifted the extremely heavy Thousand People's Cry and began to draw the first stroke on the white sheet with a light touch. It seemed that he didn't even need to move his hand, as the brush moved lightly with his wrist, tracing the intricate pattern that the old man had once shown him, which was so complex that it exceeded any single Taoist symbol.

  What kind of painting is this? A painting of a thousand ghosts going crazy, they want to tear open the seal, they want to rush out of this cage. This is the wailing of the dead souls, it's the dance of death. It turns out that this painting wasn't painted by humans, but was chanted out by those one thousand dead souls...

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