Terrifying Heavens: I'll directly worship the Black Law of Fengdu!

Chapter 288 Searching for the Soul in Dadongshan

Humans are born with three souls: Heaven, Earth, and Life. These souls, combined with the seven spirits in the physical body, make up an intelligent and living individual. Losing any one of the seven spirits will bring illness to the body, and in severe cases, it may even lead to death.

The Three Souls point directly to the spiritual level: Heaven, Earth, and Fate. The Heavenly Soul comes from the natural way of Heaven, the Earthly Soul belongs to the awakening of consciousness, and Fate belongs to the basic inheritance of fate between generations.

Losing one's Heavenly Soul leads to a short life; losing one's Life Soul results in the extinction of one's lineage; losing one's Earthly Soul plunges one's consciousness into chaos, turning one into an idiot or a madman, living in the world solely on instinct...

If ghosts exist in this world, then humans must possess souls.

Mi Zhijie's mother's condition is very similar to the phenomenon of missing soul recorded in Taoist scriptures, which is why Li Xuan made his judgment.

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Mi Zhijie knelt directly on the ground, his eyes red, and his forehead slammed heavily against the ground.

He said from the bottom of his heart, "Brother, whatever you want, as long as it can help my mother regain consciousness, I will give you anything, including this worthless life of mine."

Li Xuan revealed a meaningful smile: "Is life really worth it?"

Mi Zhijie trembled, nodded firmly, and said, "I... I have a small request. Could you wait until my mother regains consciousness, spend a day with her, and then take my life? Is that alright?"

I never expected that a petty hoodlum would have such qualities when it comes to family.

That's really unexpected...

Li Xuan said, "Was your mother born mentally disabled, or did it develop later in life? Tell me about the first half of your mother's life."

Mi Zhijie was lost in his memories and said, "I... I'm not quite sure either. I only heard stories about my mother from my grandmother. She seemed to have said that my mother was very smart when she was young, but she got lost and was found in the mountains the next day. And that's how she turned out."

He added, "People in the village always like to call my mother a fool, and my grandmother always defends her and explains that my mother is not a fool."

After a while, she grew tired of this and stopped explaining. When others asked about her mother's situation, she would simply say, "She was born this way," and nothing more.

Li Xuan caught the key phrase "inside the mountains" and asked, "Do you know which mountain it is?"

"Tai Tung Shan, over in the New Territories."

Mi Zhijie said, "I remember it very clearly because my grandmother talked to me most about Dadong Mountain. She went to Dadong Mountain to call back my mother's soul in the middle of the night. I don't know how many times she went and how many times she fell down."

Upon receiving the information, Li Xuan said, "Okay, go to sleep early. We'll go to Dadongshan tomorrow to check on the situation."

"Come sleep in my bed."

"No, I'll just sit in the chair."

"How about that?"

"As long as I say yes."

"Hey……"

Mi Zhijie didn't dare to argue with Li Xuan any further, so he had no choice but to agree.

At night, Li Xuan sat in a chair with his hands flat on the table, circulating the Fengdu Technique to continuously purify his magical power and cleanse his soul. This technique focuses on the soul, and the highest realm is to achieve a soul that is impervious to all magical attacks.

Throughout history, there have been many people who have achieved extremely high cultivation levels but have been ambushed because of their fragile souls. In the Investiture of the Gods, there is the Seven Arrows Book with Nailhead. In the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, there is the soul of the former Iron Crutch Li who traveled. Because his strength was insufficient, he had to return to his physical body to be resurrected. As a result, his physical body was destroyed, and his soul, in a desperate situation, was forced to find a beggar to be resurrected.

If one's soul is incredibly resilient, impervious to heavenly thunder and earthly fire, and unaffected by yin and yang, then even without a physical body, one can still surpass many ghosts and gods...

Its daybreak.

Mi Zhijie had actually woken up quite early, but he was afraid that Li Xuan was resting, so he stayed in his room and dared not come out.

At six o'clock sharp, he pushed open the door and saw Li Xuan sitting there: "Brother Li, have you been sitting like this all night?" Li Xuan: "Yes, I'll go to Dadongshan after breakfast."

Mi Zhijie went out and used the few coins he had left to buy breakfast. After feeding it to his mentally ill mother, he and Li Xuan headed towards Dadongshan.

Dadongshan is over 800 meters above sea level and is very beautiful at sunset. In recent years, the outer area has been developed and looks quite nice, but if you go deeper into the mountains, you can still see many traces of its original nature.

Li Xuan bought some incense and paper money on the way, hailed a taxi, and took Mi Zhijie to the foot of Dadong Mountain. They immediately started walking up the mountain road.

We have reached the hillside.

He extended his index finger, used his magic to cut his fingertip, and smeared the blood on the three incense sticks. Then he took out a handful of paper money and dabbed the blood onto it drop by drop...

Mi Zhijie was stunned: "Brother Li, your fingers."

Li Xuan lit three incense sticks and secured them diagonally to the back of Mi Zhijie's neck with tape. He then slung the bamboo basket filled with paper money over Mi Zhijie's shoulder and said, "Start calling your mother's name continuously from now on. Throw a piece of paper money every hundred meters or so. Remember, you must not stop even if the incense sticks burn your skin!"

Mi Zhijie nodded.

After what happened last night, his attitude and expression were no longer those of a hoodlum; his eyes now held a newfound determination.

As he smelled the incense sticks, Mi Zhijie felt an itch on the back of his neck. He forcibly distracted himself, holding a piece of paper money in his hand, and began to shout loudly, "Liu Fang... Liu Fang... Mom Liu Fang... It's your son Mi Zhijie, where are you..."

At first, the sound was crisp, but as time went on, it became hoarse and the tone became distorted, sounding like crying.

It sounds a bit ominous, which is why people often use the phrase "Are you calling back the soul?" when they're cursing!

The two walked and shouted for more than twenty minutes when Mi Zhijie's expression changed. It turned out that the incense stick he had placed on the back of his neck had burned his skin, and he immediately showed a painful expression, but he dared not stop shouting.

The already ominous sound became even more distorted; just hearing it was painful, even without seeing the person...

Nourishes...

The incense stick is about half the thickness of an adult's index finger, and it burns longer and is less likely to go out than regular incense.

Mi Zhijie felt his flesh was definitely cooked; his neck stiffened, and enduring the intense pain, he cried out, "Mom, Liu Fang, it's my son, Mi Zhijie..."

This is a very traditional way of calling back the soul. For a blood relative to do this, there must be some kind of stimulus that can cause a mental disturbance, such as Mi Zhijie being burned by incense sticks.

Every word he uttered was imbued with intense obsession.

Suddenly, a girl's crying came from one direction. Li Xuan raised his eyebrows: "Did you hear that? Go and see what's going on."

Ghosts are a variant of souls, and ultimately, they are also a manifestation of consciousness; therefore, they must influence each other...

Mi Zhijie ran over in small steps to minimize the movement of the incense stick, and saw a girl wearing a white top and a red skirt crouching in the dense grass, crying loudly.

He was about to walk over when he stopped, because the little girl's body was translucent.

Li Xuan remained silent.

Mi Zhijie must rely on his own efforts to recognize his relatives.

Mi Zhijie seemed to remember something, and called out in a trembling voice, "Liu Fang, Mom, it's your son Mi Zhijie. I've come to find you, I've come to take you home."

The girl, around eight years old, sobbed and looked up at Mi Zhijie, saying, "Who are you? I don't have a child that big."

(End of this chapter)