Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 39 Big Head? I really have a big head
The spirit flag, also known as the soul-calling banner, is a funeral item from ancient times. It can be used in many ceremonies such as decorating the imperial altar, inviting the three realms, and praying to the water god. In the hands of a sorcerer, it can lead the banner to call back souls, purify the soul and body, and can also be used to transcend the souls of the dead.

The significance of the spirit flag to a sorcerer lies in the fact that it takes on most of the evil spirits when receiving ghosts. In addition to the sorcerer himself, it also provides a precious place for evil ghosts and fierce spirits to practice.

Just the four words "pure soul and body" are enough to understand the practicality and power of the spiritual flag.

Unfortunately, with the development of the times and the change of customs, funeral ceremonies have been simplified a lot, fewer people are studying the spirit flags, and some sophisticated techniques for making soul-calling flags have gradually been lost. Just like the flag in the hands of Quan Xing's grave-wailer, it is only warmed by corpse oil and relies on the corpse poison infused in it, which is much inferior to the sorcerers' magic.

The spiritual flag in Yan Huan's hand is even more exquisite and mysterious than ordinary ones.

It can be big or small, and the flag moves with the heart. One can tell at a glance that this spiritual flag has been made by a weapon refiner. As for which weapon refiner it is and whether his skills are superb, Yan Huan has no idea.

But he didn't care. It was a great blessing to be able to obtain this magic weapon. It would be a bit rude to be unsatisfied and want to get more.

"Getting this banner is like adding wings to a tiger, and it will be of great benefit to my future practice."

Purify soul and body?

After all, human souls are also spirits, right? In this case, if one learns the Quanzhen technique of leaving the Yang Shen, perhaps living people can also enter the flag to practice.

Since I can enter the banner, others should be able to do so as well. As the saying goes, if you don't work hard in your cultivation, you will end up in the soul-calling banner... Bah! No, Yan Huan naturally couldn't think like that.

If human spirits could be nurtured in this way, the meticulous Feng Zhenghao would have been invincible long ago.

Yan Huan walked down Penglai Pavilion, still feeling as if he was in a dream.

First, his delusion was dispelled in a dream, and then the gods bestowed treasures upon him. Perhaps only the protagonist of a novel can have such a blessing.

Indeed, spiritual practice should emphasize both merit and deeds. As the saying goes, "Without merit, it is difficult to achieve the Tao; if both merit and deeds are achieved, then one is a true person." When merit and deeds are combined, blessings will come naturally!
"Okay, the matter of the spirit flag has been almost sorted out, so the only thing left is you."

Yan Huan turned around and saw the high forehead and big forehead. It must be said that the appearance was a bit scary.

Fortunately, the spirits cannot be seen from the perspective of ordinary people, otherwise the tourists around would be scared to death.

"How can a ghost move under the scorching sun in early summer? What is its internal structure? What's in its brain?"

Yan Huan suddenly remembered that as a wizard, he seemed to have never understood these things.

After all, when a spirit attaches to a person, the person is in a state that is almost "qi-transformed", and wizards seem to have lacked research on this throughout history.

The big-headed ghost noticed that Yan Huan's gaze was always on his forehead, and a feeling of fear arose in his heart.

"Dude, I know you're thinking of something terrible, but unfortunately, if I cut open my head, there would be a spirit inside as well."

Ok?
Indirect wit?

"You don't have to be afraid. The books all say that you are a fool... a good ghost, and you won't do anything that harms the world. I won't be so cold and heartless."

"Besides, you're not the only spirit following me."

After that, several foxes and weasels jumped out.

The big-headed ghost dragged his head upward with difficulty, and saw a group of cute animals with shiny fur. The most eye-catching one among them was the little white fox lying on top of Yan Huan's head. Its fur was as white as snow, its pupils were pure and clear, and its eyes were as if covered with crimson eyeshadow. Even without changing its shape, one could see its infinite charm.

The little yellow weasel lying on Yan Huan's shoulder was not bad either. When it arched its body, it exuded a kind of cleverness.

Seeing this, the big-headed ghost's face became even more worried.

"This is different."

"You humans are visual animals, and you are more tolerant of beautiful things. If not, there wouldn't be so many heartless ghosts in ancient times who would have cultivated to be so powerful."

"To die under the peony flowers, even as a ghost, I will be romantic. Even romantic ghosts dare not say so."

Yan Huan was stunned. Seeing that big head and small face looked full of resentment, she almost laughed out of anger. "What the hell is in your head?"

"Wisdom, man, it's all wisdom."

hmm~~~
Yan Huan smiled happily. Although Big Head did not have any innate magical powers, the emotional value it could provide was not comparable to ordinary psychic powers.

"Big Head, where on earth are you from?" Yan Huan asked. If this is the one in the dream, then it might be related to the person who gave the dream.

"My mother gave birth to me."

"Bullshit?"

"People are born from human mothers, and ghosts are born from ghost mothers, so how can it be nonsense? Besides, haven't you heard of the ghosts and the ghost mothers?" Big Head explained seriously.

Yan Huan put away the spiritual flag, crossed his arms over his chest, and glanced to the side as he walked.

"You don't have any innate magical powers, but you must have something to rely on. Since ancient times, hundreds of ghosts have been rampant. How did you survive until now without being devoured by evil spirits?"

Big Head held his head and shook it, "I don't know, but I know that even a piece of toilet paper or a pair of underwear has its own uses. And I can't brag about it myself, you have to discover it yourself and notice the shining points in him, this is also part of the practice."

Can't say it.

Yan Huan thought about it for a while, but what Datou said was actually right. There were always bright spots in Ling. Even though it was so docile and honest, it had survived thousands of years.

Although Yan Huan was indeed a little overwhelmed by it at the moment, it didn't matter. He could take it slowly. The use of spirits still depended on the wizard's ability and understanding.

Such a C-level blank board may not necessarily become the key to future practice.

"Okay!" Yan Huan encouraged himself in his heart, "Anyway, it's my fault for ransacking your house. From now on, you can use this as a motorhome."

Big Head glanced at the spiritual flag inserted on Yan Huan's waist, released the strength from his hands, and immediately pulled him hard, which meant he nodded.

"But you have to find me some roommates with good tempers. I'm afraid of being bullied."

"Don't worry about that." Yan Huan said frankly that he would not easily keep around such an unruly and untamed evil spirit.

These evil ghosts and vicious spirits are a double-edged sword. If used properly, their sinister magical powers can be a very good means of protecting the way. If used improperly, not only will they pollute the purity of the soul, but the most feared thing is that they will be contaminated by some fate and karma. Yan Huan does not have the leisure to clean up the messes of the spirits who have made mistakes one by one.

For creatures like Dao Lao Gui that enjoy hurting people and acting on instinct, perhaps the "Po Bao Qing Feng Order" is the best arrangement for them.

A gentleman loves money but he gets it in a proper way; a sorcerer loves spirits but he also needs to be able to distinguish right from wrong.

Thinking about this, Yan Huan wanted to go to the library to look for some local strange stories and legends after leaving the scenic area.

After walking a few steps, two men blocked his way. Yan Huan lowered his head and saw the Tang swords hanging on their waists.

"Sword Immortal Sect, Penglai Sword Pavilion, Li Changqing."

"Bai Yufeng!"

The two men clasped their fists and spoke.

Sword Immortal Sect?
I didn't reveal anything, why did the Sword Immortal Sect stop me?
"My two brothers, what can I do for you?"

Li Changqing pursed his lips and said, "That... that's it. Although I don't know where you come from, but since you brought a strange creature to the scenic area, we still have to ask about it."

"Just a routine inquiry, just a routine inquiry, don't be nervous." Bai Yufeng added a few words.

(End of this chapter)