PFC Chapter 359 Sending the Battle Soul from the Summit, 1 Drop of Blood
Chapter 359 Sending the Battle Soul from the Summit, 1 Drop of Blood
"Xiao Chuan, and the rest of you, get ready. We're coming to the top of Changming Peak tonight."
After the grandmaster finished speaking, he turned to his uncles and asked, "Have you sent the things I asked you to prepare to the various temples?"
"It has been sent. The abbot of the temple is aware of it and has already made arrangements."
The grandmaster nodded. "Well, that's good."
When night fell, the grandmaster led Ye Jingchuan and the three siblings, Wenwen and her brother, out of the back door and headed towards Changming Peak.
The moonlight is quite bright tonight; if you look closely, you can see the path beneath your feet.
Several senior disciples stood at the back door, watching the group disappear into the night in an instant.
The round-faced senior uncle looked distressed: "Grandmaster will surely have to work hard again tonight."
Thick-browed Uncle: "Luckily, Xiao Chuan was able to lend a hand."
Big Mouth Uncle: "I think these Hao family kids are quite capable, and Grandmaster will soon be able to relax a bit."
If the Grandmaster heard what Uncle Big Mouth said, he would definitely burst into tears, and might even shout excitedly, "Thank you all for your kind words!"
It should be noted that the Grandmaster had ulterior motives in instructing the three siblings to participate in the ritual of sending away the war spirits.
The grandmaster believed that he was too old, and although he had become a cultivator by chance, he did not know how far he could go on this path.
If he were to pass away one day, at least these young people would take over his duties, ensuring that his achievements would not go to waste.
The moonlight illuminated their figures as they left the back mountain and turned onto a mountain path. The grandmaster was the first to channel his spiritual energy to his feet, saying, "Boys, follow me."
Following closely in their master's footsteps, they reached the summit of Changming Peak in a short while.
There is a platform at the summit, which looks to be about ten square meters. In the middle of the platform is a stone pier, and around the pier are several rings of stones that look messy but are actually orderly.
The grandmaster gently placed the soul-nourishing wood in the center of the stone block and turned to speak.
"You guys sit down next to me and watch carefully as I operate."
After saying this, the master sat down on the ground, twirled his prayer beads, and began chanting sutras.
As the scriptures were recited, it was as if the chirping of insects around us disappeared instantly.
Suddenly, the Soul-Nourishing Wood flashed a few times, and a halo rose up, slowly expanding until it covered the entire peak before stopping.
"rise."
The grandmaster gave a soft snort.
Then, visible points of light burst forth from the Soul-Nourishing Wood, filling the entire sky above the peak. Within the halo of light, the points of light slowly materialized into figures.
These figures are the souls of war who sacrificed their lives on the battlefield.
The grandmaster clasped his hands together, and soon, the chanting of the sutra for deliverance resounded throughout the mountaintop.
The chanted scriptures acted as a gentle rain, cleansing these battle spirits. From their initial aimless and chaotic state, the spirits gradually became orderly and floated in mid-air.
The gentle rain of scriptures, falling again and again, softly cleansed these battle-hardened souls, washing away their past, the terror of the battlefield, and the hardships they had endured, stirring within them a longing for a new life...
Time passed bit by bit.
Midnight arrived, the scripture reading stopped, and only the Grandmaster's chanting could be heard.
"Go, go, don't dwell on the past, don't dwell on the past, Amitabha..."
Then, the halo split open, and these battle spirits floated out of the peak and scattered in all directions.
Some warriors, once they left the summit, resolutely moved forward without looking back.
Some of the battle spirits lingered on the summit of Changming Peak, reluctant to leave. In the end, the Grandmaster had to patiently communicate with them and continue reciting scriptures before they finally turned and departed.
This process lasted for more than an hour.
"call--"
Only when he sensed that the light spots at the peak had completely dissipated did the grandmaster breathe a sigh of relief.
Just as everyone opened their eyes, the Soul-Nourishing Wood suddenly lit up again.
The next second, a small figure floated out from the Soul-Nourishing Wood. Strangely, the small figure was pulling a large figure along with it.
Two figures slowly floated to their master's side.
The small figure is none other than the Ninth Prince, Yao Tianze, from the palace.
The figure is large, without facial features, only a tall, indistinct outline, giving the impression that it might fall apart at any moment. However, within this indistinctness, a powerful life force sometimes suddenly bursts forth, which is the source of the contradiction.
It appears as if the small figure is pulling the large figure, but in reality, it is the large figure that is pulling the small figure tightly.
The grandmaster seemed quite used to this situation.
He hurriedly stood up, chanted a Buddhist prayer, and respectfully asked the large figure, "May I ask, Celestial Master, what is the meaning of this? Why won't you let the child be reincarnated?"
The large figure shook its head and said, "This child is destined to be with me; it's good that he stays here to keep me company."
The grandmaster said helplessly, "Celestial Master, I have been working hard to fulfill your instructions, but there has been no progress. Please be patient with me for a while."
Hearing the conversation between their master and the figure, the others who witnessed the whole scene were all shocked.
OK?
What did they see tonight? Could this be considered a secret of their master? This is unbelievable!
Unable to contain her curiosity, Wenwen whispered to the people beside her.
Wenwen: "Uncle, what's going on?"
Ye Jingchuan: "I don't know, this is my first time at Changming Peak."
Wen Chengjian: "Uncle, have you ever been in contact with Soul-Nourishing Wood before?"
Ye Jingchuan: "I think I've met him before, but I don't remember this figure."
Wen Chengbin: "It's a waste of time to ask, my uncle doesn't know anything."
Wenwen: "Uncle, think about it again. Maybe you don't remember?"
Ye Jingchuan...
He's not seventy or eighty years old, how could he not remember? That's just nonsense.
However, to avoid overlooking anything, it's best to think it through carefully.
At this moment, Aying in the space suddenly spoke.
"Master, let me go out for a walk. I haven't explored these mountains yet."
Wenwen didn't have time to pay attention to her at the moment. Under the cover of her wide sleeves, she released Aying.
As soon as the oriole came out, it hopped around a few times, flew to a nearby tree branch, and looked down, acting as a bystander.
Don't underestimate this little bird; it has a gossipy heart.
Just as Ye Jingchuan was deep in thought, his master suddenly spoke.
"Master, you've already tried Xiaochuan's blood. Why don't you try the other three?"
Ye Jingchuan: What? He tasted my blood?
Wenwen and her siblings turned and glared angrily at Ye Jingchuan: Uncle really does have a bad memory.
"Alright," the large figure replied.
As soon as he finished speaking, three bottles appeared in front of the three siblings.
The master instructed, "Each of you three should drip a drop of blood into the bottle."
The three siblings looked at each other, but none of them made a move.
The Grandmaster smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? This Celestial Master only needs a drop of your blood. Your Uncle Ye had his blood used before, but it didn't work very well. In fact, your blood might not be effective either. We're just trying to put the Celestial Master at ease and buy the Grandmaster some more time."
Wenwen asked curiously, "Grandmaster, why is it us?"