Chapter 94: Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner

"Clap!"

"pat"

"Clap!"

The sound of rattan sticks falling to the ground continued to be heard, and then Song Feng, who was hunched over, was seen coming into the mountain alone, leaning on a rattan stick.

Look in all directions.

As Song Feng continued to walk into the forest, the dry leaf in his hand, which was less than the size of a fingernail, appeared even brighter under the moonlight.

It's like a piece of night pearl that can glow on its own!
"It takes thirty years of absorbing the moon's light to emit a faint glow. I like the moonflower that grows on cliffs. It's a good thing!"

As he walked, Song Feng looked at the cliffs in all directions with a smile on his face.

Although this moonflower is not a powerful medicine.

But the ability to shine brightly under the moon and absorb a ray of moonlight is something that people envy very much.

If this ability is used well, it will be much better than those so-called old and powerful medicines.

This is the rare mountain treasure of this era!

Just as he was approaching a cliff, he saw the piece of dry moonflower in his hand suddenly glow:

"Oh? Found it?"

Looking in all directions of the cliff, I could only see that there didn't seem to be anything shiny on the high cliff.

However, after looking around, Song Feng smiled.

Then, he leaned on a rattan stick, hunched over, and slowly climbed up the cliff.

Although he seemed to be hunched over and had difficulty walking, his body was strangely very stable.

"Clap!"

The sound of the cane leaning on the cliff is as crisp as the sound of leaning on the ground.

Song Feng also walked as usual, staggering with every step, seeming very weak and frail.

But what was strange was that in the blink of an eye, Song Feng climbed to a stone platform on this steep cliff.

Look down at the stone platform.

Only because of the special angle, this stone platform appears very dark under the moonlight, as if it does not reflect the moon's light.

However, Song Feng came to a corner under the bluestone platform very naturally, and then gently pulled out a small grass:
"Wow..."

The grass just now seemed unknown and even a little blurry in the darkness under the bluestone.

But the moment it was pulled up by Song Feng and exposed to the moon, it suddenly began to shine.

Take a closer look.

Just looking at this small grass, it looks like it has five round leaves.

It's just that the two leaves at the bottom seem to have been plucked away, leaving the three slightly smaller leaves at the top untouched because they are not ripe:
"Five-leaf moonflower. No wonder the Nanyang wizard wanted to settle here. It turns out there is such a good thing that only lasts for fifty years!"

Looking at the three leaves that were shining brighter under the moonlight, Song Feng shook his head gently:

"It's a pity that there are only three immature leaves left. I can't plant them again to collect the moonlight..."

A good moonflower is incomplete because it is missing two leaves.

The treasure immediately becomes less valuable.

This really made Song Feng, who had just obtained the Moon Grass, feel helpless:
"It seems that I have overestimated myself. My luck is neither good nor bad..."

After shaking his head, Song Feng stopped thinking about anything else. He just sat under the bluestone and quietly watched the moonflower that had been pulled out.

Time passed bit by bit.

At the beginning, the moonflower had not changed at all, it just kept emitting a faint glow under the moon.

But as the light gradually became brighter, the top leaf began to wither.

As the first leaf withered, the second leaf also turned yellow rapidly, and both leaves withered in the blink of an eye.

However, Song Feng just kept watching the moon grass withering away, and he didn't feel any pain at all:
"The effect of the medicine is still not as good as before..."

He watched the last leaf wither quietly, and then Song Feng turned his gaze to the last bit of Platycodon.

really.

As the leaves withered, the platycodon gradually began to shine, and it looked like jade:
"After the moonflower withers, it will leave behind a piece of Platycodon grandiflorum that contains vitality, which can increase vitality and strengthen the foundation!"

Thinking of this, Song Feng put the little bit of soft and smooth Platycodon grandiflorum in his mouth:

"hiss……"

"call……"

I gently adjusted my breathing, took a deep breath, and then felt a cool air flowing from my throat into my lungs.

Feeling the cool air entering his lungs, Song Feng took a deep breath, then gently tapped the cane in his hand:

"hiss……"

A white breath like that exhaled in winter suddenly came out of Song Feng's mouth.

Then, Song Feng suddenly coughed a few times:
“…cough cough cough!”

Then he suddenly spat out a mouthful of dirty blood as if he was feeling unwell:

"vomit!"

Looking at the ball of black blood being spit out on the ground, Song Feng felt his lungs suddenly lighten:
"This broken organ has finally regained some vitality. It's finally not leaking air everywhere like a broken bellows..."

When thinking about the last part, Song Feng took a deep breath, and then exhaled the air in his body just like Uncle Jiu cleared the turbid air in the morning:
"Hush...huh..."

He exhaled a hundred breaths, and the white breath that was faintly visible to the naked eye was actually exhaled three inches away.

It looks as magical as a monster swallowing the essence of the sun and the moon!
Completed a renewal.

Then, Song Feng's slightly dim face, which seemed to be about to die, now had a hint of redness:
"...It's time to go back!" After looking at the sky at the moment, Song Feng, leaning on his rattan stick, slowly walked towards the charity cemetery under the bright moonlight.

Walk to the gate of the charity cemetery.

Taking a closer look, I saw that the charity cemetery was actually very lively at this moment.

Abao and Hai were carrying the corpse of the Nanyang wizard and throwing him together with the mummies.

Moreover, they threw a few corpses and then put a layer of lychee wood on top, as if they were going to burn them.

Qiu Sheng was following Uncle Jiu, helping him treat Boss Zhu who was hit by a black magic.

"Clap!"

Hearing the familiar sound of the rattan stick, Qiu Sheng and Uncle Jiu subconsciously looked into the distance.

When he saw the familiar figure of his seventh uncle slowly approaching, Qiu Sheng shouted in delight:

"Seventh Uncle, I'm so glad you're okay... You scared me, I thought something happened to you!"

When he said the last words, Qiu Sheng felt extremely fortunate.

God knows how worried he was about his seventh uncle's safety when he saw the mess in the charity cemetery.

Especially since my seventh uncle is missing again.

Even though his ninth uncle kept telling him that his seventh uncle was fine, he was still very worried.

Now when he saw his seventh uncle walking towards him calmly, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Great, Seventh Uncle is fine!
Looking at Qiu Sheng, who was full of worry in front of him, and Uncle Jiu, who was looking at him with worry from behind, Song Feng smiled slightly:
"It's nothing serious. It's just a little Xiao Xiao who only has three points of ability. I don't take it seriously..."

When he said this, he sat on the wheelchair pushed by Qiu Sheng very naturally, and then looked at Uncle Jiu next to him:
"How's it going, Jiu, what did you gain from this trip?"

Seeing Seventh Uncle sitting in the wheelchair so naturally and letting Qiu Sheng push him, Nineth Uncle couldn't help but twitch his lips.

This old guy’s legs are not lame, yet he sits in a wheelchair every day. The key is that he is still standing. How can this be ridiculous?

Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu found a bench and sat down, then said seriously:
"Although this Nanyang Master was found in the charity cemetery, the source of the river is also very troublesome."

"Mr. Shi and Mr. Zhu were both bewitched by a black magic, and there were a group of dogs around them that were also bewitched by a black magic."

"The corpse oil was wantonly sprinkled into the pond, and even many refined zombies were left behind to guard it."

"Even with the help of Qiu Sheng and A Bao, it took us most of the night to catch all those things."

At the end, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief:
"Fortunately, the toxins in the corpse oil are not too strong. We found some herbs overnight and placed them near the water source to neutralize the toxicity."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid that by tomorrow, many old people in Zhuliu Town will have turned into zombies..."

Even if there is no mastermind there, they still have to eliminate the many strange things bit by bit.

Especially the corpse oil in the water source.

Even though that thing had not been trained three times to become a plague poison, it still possessed zombie toxins.

Nature should not be underestimated!
"Fortunately, you stayed in the charity cemetery, otherwise this Nanyang wizard would have really escaped!"

At the end of his speech, Uncle Jiu took out the piece of monkey skin that was nailed to the wooden board by the coffin nails from his pocket:
"Seventh Uncle, could this rune be the spell on the legendary Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner?"

Looking at Uncle Nine who was staring at him with sharp eyes, Song Feng smiled and nodded:

"I was fortunate enough to have seen the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner in the past, so I can naturally use the altar to gain some tricks, but these are just trivial tricks, not worth mentioning..."

Looking at the old man in front of him who was very low-key and said that it was not worth mentioning, Uncle Jiu just felt the veins on his forehead throbbing.

This old guy is even more pretentious than him.

This is the famous Yaksha Soul-Catching Technique that caused a big storm in the spiritual world.

Even among the many famous unorthodox spells in the spiritual world, this spell is definitely among the best.

Of course, compared to many spells that are famous for their weirdness and bloodiness, this spell is famous because of the master who uses it.

Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu first looked around. When he saw that no one was looking at him, he spoke in a low voice:
"Seventh Uncle, have you really seen the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner in the past?"

When he said this, even Uncle Jiu's righteous face showed a hint of curiosity and longing:

"What does Seventh Uncle's Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner look like? Is it particularly majestic and magical?"

"That is a legendary magic weapon used by a great master of a certain side sect to sweep away all the ghosts in the 800-mile Yinshan Mountain. What is so special about it?"

Seeing Uncle Jiu's sudden curiosity, Song Feng gently touched his arm and then said with a smile:
"Of course there are some special features, but you can't imagine them. What's more, the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner may not be as powerful as you think."

"After all, in this day and age, the so-called magic weapon is actually just a magic item at best."

"Even a seal like the Nine Elders' Seal can't show its magical powers. How powerful do you think this magic practiced by later generations can be?"

Although Uncle Nine felt that what Uncle Seven said made sense, he still shook his head subconsciously:
"As the old saying goes, the waves behind push the waves ahead, and each wave is stronger than the last. I don't believe that the later generations will never be able to surpass the previous generations."

"That person traveled across 800 miles of Yinshan Mountain, exterminating demons and evil spirits, and maintained peace in the spiritual world for decades."

“Although outsiders have never seen the legendary Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner, I believe it is definitely not an ordinary item!”

When Uncle Jiu talked about maintaining peace in the spiritual world for decades, a hint of longing appeared in his eyes.

Even by the time he finished speaking, he had convinced himself that the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner was absolutely extraordinary!
Looking at this stubborn guy in front of him, Song Feng was really convinced. Just be stubborn until you die.

But when he saw Uncle Jiu's expression, he couldn't help but sigh helplessly:
"…Is it possible that he is not as great as you think?"

Hearing Uncle Seven say this, Uncle Nine looked at him seriously, then nodded seriously and said

"……I know!"

When he said this, Uncle Jiu said very seriously:
"A master who can rise from obscurity to become a great master of a side sect is definitely not someone who would risk everything to save the people!"

When he said this, Uncle Jiu paused, and then continued:
"But in this world, we are only concerned with deeds and not intentions. Regardless, he has made great achievements."

"Being able to maintain peace in the spirit world for decades and single-handedly sweep away all the evil spirits that could cause devastation to all living beings in the world is enough to earn everyone's respect!"

"I know you may have met that person before, but I believe that person is definitely not a scumbag."

"And this is enough. Shouldn't this be praised by the spiritual world?"

Listening to Uncle Jiu's comments and looking at his serious expression, Song Feng sighed softly, and then said quietly:
"If he knew you praised him so much, he would probably be very happy. Ah Jiu, you are such an interesting young man..."

(End of this chapter)

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