The idol seemed to emit low moans and sobs.
Xinbo violently grabbed the "rope" on his neck, but this was not actually a rope, just blood. It was a blood rope that had the effect of exiling evil under the power of Taoist magic!
No, it is not the blood rope, but rather the Mystic Rope.
The truly high-standard Taoist art of Juanqu Mountain has been discontinued, unfortunately. At least, I have not seen it on Mao Si, Mao Su, and Mao Yi.
Finally, Xinbo let out a wail that sounded like it came from the very depths of hell. With his other hand, he pulled out another object, a leather tube about as thick as his forearm.
I've been around too many dead people, and I recognized it at a glance; it's a human skin tube.
In the next instant, he violently shook open the human skin tube, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful painting before our eyes!
Bright colors, meticulous style.
However, the painting depicts a monk dressed similarly to Xinbo, wearing a crown that looks familiar. At this moment, that item is on Old Gong's head, crushed under the feet of the long table.
In Xinbo's screams, muffled words were heard. The monk in the painting showed signs of restlessness.
This must be another ghost!
A faint, dark purple mist lingers around the human skin scroll, as if the ghost monk is about to burst out of it!
It was said quickly, and happened in an instant.
I suddenly felt an emptiness on my body, as if the ghost Taoist had drilled through me and escaped!
Soul Shadow has penetrated into the human skin!
A sudden shock and terror, along with a strong sense of emptiness.
"Come back!" I shouted hoarsely!
The sound echoes endlessly in the Buddhist hall, almost breaking.
A cracking sound suddenly burst out, drowning out my voice.
Xinbo's head snapped off!
My Mystic Rope, formed by the blood of my tongue, seemed to carry even greater power due to the ghost Taoist's charge. It directly twisted and killed him!
At the moment when Xinbo's head snapped off, the evil ghosts that had held me suddenly all retreated back into Xinbo's body.
"Ha ha ha!"
"Dead!"
"Headless! Headless is good! Headless body, single-headed ghost! Good, very good, I want to see how you'll show off!" Old Gong shouted excitedly.
However, my heart felt even heavier. I stumbled and retreated two steps. Without the support of the ghost Taoist, I would fall...
And things did not end there...
From Xinbo's body, a "figure" suddenly stood upright!
The neatly arranged monk's robe, the stern face, his body, actually did not look short anymore, but rather tall and magnificent. At least he was taller than two meters away! It felt majestic like a mountain!
Moreover, his face no longer looked as wrinkled as before. With square and clear features, dark skin, he exuded a sense of divine and majestic presence!
This is the true Xinbo.
A soul of the level of Chuyang Sheng! His true self!
Each time his body's oil ran out and the lamp died, it would prompt him to choose reincarnation.
The concept of reincarnation is a false proposition. In reality, it's about possession. The word "reincarnation" is merely a means to confuse the world, and it casts a veil of splendor over possession, as if the divine is always beside humans.
Xinbo's true appearance would naturally not change with his physical transformation. It is only when he separates his soul from his body that he reveals his true self!
"You! This is beyond my expectations!"
"I am dissatisfied, yet even more pleased!"
The sound of my words is clear, as if it directly penetrates through my chest and into my mind.
Xinbo's Chuyang Sheng dashed forward, and I didn't even see his faint shadow. He appeared in front of my face, with his forehead inches away from mine.
A smile spread across his face.
Everything is under control!
My peripheral vision shows that the statues around us seem to extend a strange hand, as if trying to grab Xinbo's Chuyang Sheng.
However, their speed was still too slow, and half of Xinbo's soul had already entered my body!
The pressure sensation became extremely strong!
I am about to detach myself from my body!
"He has entered the painting of the previous Xinbo. Do you have another individual of this caliber on you?"
The voice resounds in my mind, yet carries an unexplainable sense of superiority.
I felt my limbs lose control, and a lightness enveloped me as if I was being pushed out of my body. This is different from a ghost possession. I am about to become a spirit without a master.
"Dan Zhu Zheng Lun Qing Jing She, Ling Bao Tian Zun Qu Mi She, Tai Guang Shuang Ling You Jing She!"
"Peng Jun, Peng Qiao, and Peng Zhi must not leave my body!"
"Taisang San Tian Wuxu Ziran She."
"I purify myself with the sun and refine my shape with the moon. True man protects me, and Jade woman assists my form. The 28 constellations follow me in serving my principles, all evil spirits and impurities are dispelled as the air clears, haste as per ritual command."
I growled softly, and the Five Pureness Mantra echoed continuously in the temple.
"With the sun to cleanse the body, and the moon to refine the form!"
"The sun is shining in, how can the body be washed? Every day facing the moon, but I haven't seen the form being refined, even the old Taoist from Juxu Mountain can come to guard, why isn't there a True Man Ancestor from Siguashan manifesting himself?"
Old Gong shouted anxiously, appearing extremely agitated!
In the end, it was still the vast difference in strength. The Five Pureness Mantra only allowed me to maintain stability for a moment before more emptiness and floating took over.
My hands lost control, as if lifting to strike fiercely at my head!
It's not that Xinbo wants to kill me, but that he has taken possession of part of my body and intends to dislodge my soul!
I have already detatched almost half of my soul, leaving only my chest and head inside, and my soul is floating behind me.
At that moment, there was a light sound of something bursting.
Just then, I barely noticed with my peripheral vision that it was the human skin tube clutched in Xinbo's body, which was the "previous generation Xinbo Tangka" he had mentioned.
A faint purple glow spread out instantly, forming the ghost Taoist's soul.
He was not a Daoist or an immortal, but rather tattered and filthy, as if he were a ghost. His hair was unkempt and his face dirty, representing his state at the time of death.
The ghost Taoist arrived in front of me in an instant, grabbing Xinbo's head!
At this moment, only the upper half of Xinbo's chest and head are outside, almost completely overlapping with me.
Once he fully enters my body, it becomes a fait accompli, with little hope of turning the tide!
The ghost Taoist continued to speak, as if muttering some sort of Taoist incantation.
Xinbo's Chuyang Sheng soul slowly detaches from my body, starting from his chest and moving inch by inch.
A fierce expression appeared on his face.
He was growling and roaring, struggling desperately, trying to force himself into my body!
My soul slowly returns to my body, and my arms and legs regain control!
At that moment, my index finger trembled slightly. I instinctively raised my hand, bringing my two fingers together, mimicking the sword finger gesture that the ghost Taoist used when he possessed me earlier.
Actually, there is a difference, and it's not from Siguashan.
Siguashan rarely uses this technique, preferring to use the gesture to summon lightning.
The sword finger is held vertically at the forehead, with the nail pressing into the flesh. The pain has not become as intense, too many things to strike through blood and flesh would be more painful, and a clearer sensation is the warm blood flowing and moistening the fingertips.
In the next instant, the sword finger was pointed out, landing on the forehead of Xinbo's Chuyang Sheng!
An invisible boom, Xinbo's Chuyang Sheng soul suddenly explodes!
It seems that something has been sent out from the statues in the temple, dispersing and vanishing!
A faint sigh echoed in my ear.
I felt a sense of emptiness.
Not the emptiness of a detached soul, but a sense of missing something from my body…
My fingers are as they should be, yet they are not quite normal...
I understand what I have lost to myself.
High Dao People was indeed suppressed, but that single thread of his soul, which had fused with my fingertip at Tian Shou Dao Guan and the Tian Gong Spring in the past, remained.
Invisible as he was, he had helped me many times before. This time, he has finally been extinguished and dispersed.
What shattered Xinbo's soul was not the sword finger, the incantation, but that one thread of his soul.
The ghost Taoist floated quietly in place, staring at me. His originally serious and tense expression had added a touch of gentleness.
For a moment, I was at a loss for words.
Strange.
I couldn't feel any familiarity towards him.
The series of statements they had made before were clear and explicit.
I also understand why there is a sense of familiarity in Qi Jiayuan, and why, when I picked up the Taomu Jian in Qi Yucun's dream, I felt like it was a perfect fit.
I also understand why the ghost Taoist would tell me what the Dao is.
And why Qi Yucun would refuse to leave!
She, wasn't because of Lao Qin's arrangement, wasn't because of the lingering soul of the headless woman.
I myself am the obsession of Qi Yucun!
She is guarding something that is not just me, not just Lu Xian Sheng!
There is an ancient saying: "I wish to know you, our life will never end."
Mountains have no height, rivers dry up.
Thunder rumbles in the winter, rain falls in the summer and snow in the summer.
Only when heaven and earth merge will I dare to break away from you!
