Chapter 157: Yinshen emerges from the body, Taiwu inheritance, swordsman reincarnation

The Taoist murmured, "Ling talisman, method table, soul-drawing flag..."
　　 He was standing at a table with many odds and ends, such as candles, incense burners, tributes, talisman paper, inkstones, etc.
　　 There is a risk for the Yin God to get out of the body, so you have to call in a protector.
The procedure of 　　 is very complicated. Once started, almost every step has a corresponding spell to be recited.
　　 recite the Jingxiang incantation before the incense, make the inkstone curse in front of the inkstone, recite the ink curse before lifting the pen, recite the ink curse before dipping the ink, recite the ink curse before moving the pen...
　　 The last recitation of the curse of the gods, summoned the guardian gods enshrined by Ranshan, but it was a great general, brilliant and majestic.
　　 Wang Ping’an saw the ritual general and ordered his own affairs, saying that he would protect his Yin God from the evil wind by the army, and the would agree one by one.
　　 "Okay, Momo, I'm here." The Taoist was so scared that his lips were white, but he sat down cross-legged, and fell into a calm state in an instant.
　　 A spiritual light rushed out of his fontanel, trance like a small human figure, thin and translucent, like a crystal carved with a few rays of light, brilliant and bright, it is the yin of the Taoist priest.
　　 This Yin God has a perfect body and is not afraid of strong winds, which shows that the Taoist priests have superb cultivation.
　　The will wave the flag, countless talismans fly out, and turn around the small Yin into a round golden ring, which is safer now.
　　 Yin Shen flew to the remnant sword on the table and hovered for a while, hesitating, and finally dived into it suddenly.
　　At this time, the door of the small building was kicked open, and a few old Taoist priests poured in, "Peace! What are you doing!"
　　 "Well, he's out of his way!"
　　 "What is this, what is this!" His master was crying like a jackdaw.
　　……
　　 Fu Xixi originally planned to leave the restaurant, but because of taking in the white-clothed man, she stayed for a while longer.
　　 was really badly hurt and had a fever. I woke up in the evening. I was talking nonsense all night and I lost my breath before dawn.
　　 The guys left in the middle of the night, staying alone, with the poor man by the bench in the back kitchen.
　　 He was lying half-legged on a narrow wooden bench, his legs were still on the ground, and his head was slanted to one side.
"Xian'er... don't blame me." The man just dreamed, dribbled his mouth, soaked his lips, a layer of fine sweat on his body, his head seemed to be one in the light of the fire from the stove and the faint moonlight. The porcelain ball is indeed bloodless.
　　 Fu Xixi looked curious, who is Xian Er?
　　 "... Xiangshu, Jianzuo, I must preserve the vitality of Taiwu Village..."
　　 "Get revenge, I will avenge you..."
　　 "Fu Yu, hilt..."
　　 Fuxixi giggled, "My name is Fuxixi, you say Fuyujian, hehe."
　　 "Inheritance... from generation to generation..."
　　 "The world, home, my love, can't..."
　　 "...stop, stop, stop."
　　 The first light of the morning sun was red and purple, shining on the porcelain-like face of the man in white, reflecting a light of Buddha.
　　 "I, come, accompany you, afterlife..."
　　 Fu Xixi is a little sad, he is dead.
　　 can't save, really, the internal qi is tentative, the meridians are broken, the five internal organs are broken, especially the heart pulse, there is almost no, that is, it has been supported by powerful skills until now.
　　 I'm exhausted, and it's a hundred.
　　 This person spent the last five hours of life in delirium. Fortunately, a girl laughed with her and shed tears for him.
　　 The shopkeeper came, and when he saw that there was a dead person in the back kitchen, he hurriedly recited a few Buddha's names, and then asked his buddy to find a mat for someone to roll up, and go to the grave.
　　 sighed and sighed, and accompanied the two strong and powerful buddies to the funeral.
　　 The sky was not bright yet, and the road was a bit foggy. These mists were also dyed golden by the sun. They were a group of them, three living, one dead, three faces facing the light, one face in the shadow of the mat.
　　 Out of the city gate, the man dug the hole hastily, it was a small dirt depression, and the broken stems were dripping with juice, like dew.
　　 The dead man was thrown into the pit, it seemed to be a little bit of dust raised, and there seemed to be none.
　　 His fingers seemed to tremble, and there seemed to be none.
　　 The guys covered the soil, and they were going back with the shovel. They had a sophisticated smile on their faces, as if they were saying: just dead.
　　 muttering, yes, just dead.
　　 "Sister, let's go back!"
　　 The little girl shook her head, "Go back, I won't go back."
　　 Oh, now, I understand, it's parting, this girl who loves to laugh is leaving Juxianlou.
　　 The guys hesitated, and finally smiled encouragingly at her.
　　 Their backs disappeared into the gradually dissipating morning mist, standing in front of the small grave bag.
　　 The undulating high and low, dry and wet yellow mud of the chaotic burial post is not like a tomb, and of course it is not a tomb. At most, it is a transition zone where the body returns to the earth.
　　Countless people are here, countless souls rise...
　　 Fu Xixi lost in thought.
　　 Suddenly, the soil in front of him moved.
　　 Yes, the sealing land moved.
　　 The little girl was stunned.
　　 A hand holding a sword hilt, crossing the surface, the boundary of life and death, standing in the mud, rising high, like a simple tombstone.
　　 The little girl gently put her hand on the hilt of the sword.
　　 The fist of the deceased was originally clenched, but now it suddenly loosened, Fu Xixi quickly grabbed one, and the hilt fell in his hand.
　　 For a moment, she seemed to be lost in the illusion. There was a lot of fog around her. In the gray world, one figure walked past and came back. When she came to her, she showed a strange face and smiled softly at her.
　　 The memories and skills of Taiwu from generation to generation have poured into Fu Xixi's body.
　　 I don't know how long the sun has risen, and the old man is high.
　　 Xixi lowered his head, the palm that protruded from the ground disappeared and returned to the ground of the dead.
　　 Xixi raised his head, the sky full of clouds rushed back and forth, the wind was blowing, with water vapor, leaving a whisper, "Inheritance..."
inherited.
　　 The seventeenth generation.
　　 Tai Wu Xixi.
　　……
　　 In front of the Taoist priest stood a swordsman in white.
　　 Wang Pingan asked: "Who are you?"
　　 The swordsman in white replied: "I am you."
　　 "Then who am I?"
　　"You are Mo Yun~EbookFREE.me~ Taoist priest shook his head, "How could I be Mo Yun. I am Mo Yun, who is Bai Zimo? "
　　 "He is the Moyu Remnant Sword." The swordsman in white raised his hand, and a small human figure stood in his palm, curled up, but it was Bai Zimo.
　　 "No...I can't be..." Taoist priests couldn't believe it.
　　 "Don't avoid all this. This is under our plan."
"what's the plan?"
　　 "Sword intent reincarnation, breaking the shackles."
　　 "Whose shackles?"
　　 "Former ancient swordsman."
　　 Mo Yun smiled at the Taoist priest and handed Bai Zimo forward in his palm.
　　 "Come and kill him."
　　 "No." Wang Pingan's tone was firm.
　　 "Even if you give up the ultimate power of kendo?"
　　 "Even if you give up everything."
　　 "Okay." Mo Yun chuckled lightly, and flew at Wang Ping'an. The two turned into two invisible sword auras.
　　 Flying like a dragon.
　　 Gather like a river.
　　……
　　 Li Dingxun sits at home drinking tea.
　　 After a few days, he should go out to sea, and when he comes back, he will lead Taiwu to clear the sword grave.
　　 Then I heard that Taigo disappeared.
　　 "???"
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