Chapter 45 Sealing the soul in prison

Yong Hansheng, whose courtesy name is Weiqing, was born in the thirteenth year of Guangxu in the Qing Dynasty, that is, 1888 AD. If he lives to this day, he is already an old monster of more than 130 years old, which is close to the limit of human life, which can be called a rare birthday star. But in fact, he passed away more than ten years ago. Yongbo, who was only eight years old, sent away the only relative in the world with filial piety. On the day of the funeral, he walked into the Ai family with a simple gift bag and panic. From then on, he lived a life of leaving the family and met Ai Liyun.

In terms of age, Yong Hansheng is more suitable to be his great-grandfather or great-grandfather than his grandfather, but practitioners certainly can't care about the principles of ordinary people. Yong Han was born in a scholarly family in the Qing Dynasty. His ancestors even had two Hanlin. His father, Yong Xianchen, was a tried-and-tested scholar. He believed that there were Yan Ruyu and Golden House in the book all his life. Finally, he hung in the examination room. His father's tragic life directly affected Yonghan's perception of the road of reading and meritoriousness. At the age of fourteen That year, he left home to travel around the world to study. In fact, he went out to travel in the mountains and rivers. As a result, during the trip, he met an alien by chance. According to Yong Hansheng himself to Yong Bowen, he was Songyan, the head of the Tianshibei School. Seeing that Yonghansheng's skeleton was strange, he was a unique cultivation genius, so he accepted him as an apprentice and from then on, he began to practice. On the way, this cultivation has lasted for decades. He has neither become an immortal nor an immortal. He just wandered around the world to be a magic stick. He usually catches ghosts and exorcises evil spirits and earns some pocket money. At the age of 60, he suddenly went to marry a wife. In a blink of an eye, he gave birth to a son named Yongrong, that is, Yong Bowen's father. Yongrong has been practicing with Yonghan since he was a child, but he is very active in marrying a wife and having children. After marriage, he will marry a wife and give birth to Yong Bowen. This is the genealogy of the three generations of the Yong family.

It's really hard to imagine that you can meet your grandfather who has died for more than ten years in your body. It's a thousand miles away from the old acquaintance, but it's emotionally similar. Yong Bowen was born to lose his mother. At the age of three, he lost his grandfather. Before the age of eight, he always lived with his grandfather. He had the deepest relationship with his grandfather. In those years, he cried to death in front of his grandfather's grave. After many years, every time he dreamed back, he always remembered the grandfather who liked to sit in a rocking chair with himself in his arms and tell stories. It seemed that he had not grown up. Still sitting in the old man's arms, listening to the bamboo chair creaking, he told the old man's last story, regardless of the dark night, and he was so sleepy that he yawned.

At first sight of Grandpa, although he knew that he was no longer a stranger in front of him, Yong Bowen's eyes were still sore. He only screamed and couldn't speak for a moment.

Huajian curled his lips and said, "It's so promising. He's a big man, and he still wants to play this kind of sad drama."

Yong Hansheng stroked his goatee and smiled. He walked to Yong Bowen, looked up and down carefully at his grandson who was much taller than him. He gently patted Yong Bowen on the shoulder and sighed, "Xiaowen has grown up."

Yong Bowen pamped his stuffed nose and asked, "Grandpa, why are you here?"

"I used the last spell before I died to peel off my soul from my body and seal the sealed prison in your body." Yong Hansheng explained, "If I don't keep an eye on such a mess in your body, I'm not sure."

Yong Hansheng said it lightly, but Yong Bowen knows how dangerous it is to peel off the soul by himself. A little carelessness will lead to the dispersion of the soul. Yong Hansheng was originally a practitioner. Although he has not cultivated such a perverted state of immortality, if he is reincarnated with his soul with full body mana before death, he can still have a deep foundation in the afterlife and get twice the result with half the effort. This is also the most common thing many practitioners do before death. However, Yong Liusheng took the risk of stripping the soul from his body, cutting off the road of reincarnation, and staying to guard his grandson. Among them, the love is really indescribable.

Seeing that Yong Bowen's eyes were red and he wanted to cry, Yong Hansheng smiled and said, "Kid, don't be too moved. I made all these messes on you. I should stay and take care of them. It's also that your father died too early, otherwise he should have left all these things to do.

"You two, don't talk nonsense!" Huajian couldn't stand the precious time when the two were wasting there. He jumped out and interrupted the intention of their continued family affection, "Old man, tell me how to solve this problem!"

Yong Hansheng stared at the flowers and said, "You old man for hundreds of years call me an old man. Isn't that pretending to be young?"

Huajian said, "Are you called a young man? Come on, as long as there is a way to solve it, you can call me baby!"

Yong Hansheng said, "Huajian, do you know that the secret method has a magic power, which is called the convenience method?"

Huajian frowned and said, "I heard Huiguo say that the details are not clear. It seems to be a spell for splitting away from the gods. I was not interested in these back then, and I didn't learn from him."

Yong Hansheng said, "You can't learn it either. This is a means of becoming a Buddha. There are 84,000 incarnations to cultivate the convenient method. That is the realm of the Buddha. It has never appeared in the world, but there are still some methods of practice. I also know a little about it. I can help you separate the convenient method in his consciousness, and the two sides account for half. In the future, when you meet the golden fetus of the tenth generation, you will use the incarnation secret art of tantra to put forward your soul, which satisfies your desire to continue to be a green dragon protector and preserve the independent growth of my grandson. What do you think?

Huajian asked suspiciously, "How do you know the Buddhism? Aren't you the heir of Taiping Road?"

Yong Hansheng said proudly, "I have a wide range of Taiping Taoism. When Buddhism first entered Middle-earth, the sages of our family studied the mysteries, and they are not unfamiliar with many Buddhist methods."

When Yong Bowen heard that something was wrong, he quickly interrupted and asked, "Grandpa, when did you become Taipingdao? Aren't you the authentic descendant of Tianshibei School?"

Yong Hansheng's face was stiff. He immediately laughed and said, "It's almost the same. There are two names of one sect. The Tianshibei School is relatively easy to understand, and it is not easy to cause misunderstanding. Let's talk about this later. We can hurry first. Huajian, if you merge with my grandson's soul, this prison can't be maintained. The thirteen evil souls need your help to complete the last step.

Huajian said very cheerfully this time, "No problem, I'll start the prison method to bring those guys back, but I can't help with anything else, so I can only do it myself."

Yong Hansheng nodded and turned to Yong Bowen and said, "Wen'er, the flowers will call back the thirteen spirits. What you have to do is to defeat them one by one here, and then turn them away with the method of turning ghosts. These thirteen spirits are all extremely fierce and powerful people in magic in those years. When you do it, you can't have the benevolence of women. Don't be soft-hearted, do you hear me?"

"I remember." Yong Bowen nodded and agreed, but Yong Hansheng was still worried and said, "No matter what tricks the opponent does, you must not be soft-hearted and pretend to be pitiful, you know?"

"I know." Yong Bowen felt that Grandpa was a little verbose. He was no longer the eight-year-old child of that year. Can't he even figure out this? Yong Hansheng said again, "In those years, I stripped the soul and entered the sealed prison. It was greatly damaged. I couldn't cast any spells here, so I could only watch. Huajian needed to preside over this prison to imprison those souls, and I couldn't pull my hands. At that time, the two of us can't help, and everything can only be done by yourself. Although those souls have strange skills, they have been bound for many years, weakened all the time, and are suppressed in the prison. With your current ability, as long as you let go and fight, they are by no means your opponent, just be careful of the other party's tricks..." Yong Hansheng arranged this prison for many years only for the results of this morning. When it comes to it, I can't rest assured, and I'm very worried about my grandson's personality. For a while, I feel unstable no matter how I tell him. I just hate that I can't take action in person. Otherwise, how could I be so worried?

After listening to it patiently, Yong Hansheng listened and repeatedly guaranteed that he would definitely not have a problem. This was the pass. At present, he came to the valley field of the small village according to Yong Hansheng's arrangement, stood according to the stone mill, and was ready. When Yong Hansheng saw that he had finished his position, he was about to inform Huajian to start, but Yong Bowen shouted, "Wait a minute. Son!"

The flowers were furious and roared, "It's endless. There's not much time left!"

Yong Bowen said, "I don't have a symbol on me. What should I do to fight with them?"

Huajian said angrily, "Aren't you already able to use the Eight Swords of Broken Demons? What other symbols do you need? No matter who comes up, just cut it with a sword!"

"But at least I have to use ghost charms to melt them out!" Yong Bowen spread out his hands and said, "Besides, I don't have a sword either!" Why don't you lend me your sword?"

The flowers were furious and roared, "You idiot, I'm today..." This woman is beautiful and petite, but her temper is scary, which is really completely different from Yong Bowen.

"Well, he hasn't figured out the situation here yet. Don't worry. I'll explain it to him. It will be fine soon. It won't take much time." Yong Hansheng has been with Huajian in this prison for more than ten years. He knows her temperament very well. At present, he persuaded him a few words and walked over and said, "Wen'er, what you are now is not in the real world, but the prison world composed of pure magic arrays in your body. We are just a wisp of soul here, without any physical objects, the sword between flowers. It's her own thoughts. If you want to use anything, you can also make your own ideas. You just need to keep your mind and think about the details of what you need.

"Grandpa is better. He was not as good as Grandpa in his previous life!"

Yong Bowen said so much in his heart. According to Yong Hansheng's guidance, he silently thought about the samurai sword he had used recently. When all the details of the knife were finished in his mind, he felt that his hand sank. Sure enough, there was a shiny samurai knife. He couldn't help but be overjoyed and hurriedly thought of turning into a ghost charm, which was the most familiar to him. I only had to think about it for a moment. A tatter of ghost charm appeared in my hand. I immediately held the charm in my left hand and leaned the knife against the stone mill in my right hand and shouted, "I'm ready!"

Huajian had been impatient for a long time. Hearing his shout, he sat in the house and launched the sealed prison. Together, the spirits who used Yong Bowen's body to play tricks were forcibly pulled away from the sea of knowledge and returned to the sealed prison. At this time, Qi Shu had just pulled off Ding Ru's coat and was about to show off his beast desire. If If you slow down for another minute, you will probably do something substantive.

I saw a colorful light flashing through the air. There was a long rainbow through the sky, and more than a dozen figures fell in the threshing field. These dozens of people were men and women, tall and short, fat and thin, monks, Taoist and vulgar. They were dressed in strange clothes. Just pick out one. You can look horizontally and vertically and look left and right. No matter how you look at them, they are definitely not straight. Jingren.

As soon as everyone landed, they scolded one after another.

"He's a fairy, what's wrong with a bitch!"

"Spicy block mother's, why are you pulling us back? Put me back quickly, I'm having a good time!"

"You son of a bitch, bitch, don't go too much. This prison seal has been broken. Let's see how long you can go crazy!"

"Everyone stand side by side and make that stinky woman!"

The southern and northern accents, dirty words and tricks are really an eye-opener for Yong Bowen. I didn't expect that a scolder could scold so brilliantly.

Everyone scolded. Finally, someone noticed Yong Bowen next to the stone mill and couldn't help shouting, "How can there be another guy here!" Hearing this shout, everyone stopped swearing and turned their attention to Yongbo.

"Is this boy a newcomer?"

"Isn't it that the prison was broken just to send him in?"

"No, you see, he is full of soul. He is obviously not suppressed by the prison. How can he be locked in?"

"His appearance looks very familiar, a little similar to Huajian. Is it the concubine of that stinky woman?"

"Nonsense, how can you look like a concube? It should be relatives."

"No, he is Yong Bowen, the owner of this prison! I just saw him from the pupils of the little girl in the Ding family!"

At this time, all the voices quieted down, and everyone looked at Yong Bowen strangely, with bad eyes.

"If you kill him here, won't the body be without the body of the soul? When the time comes, we may be able to avoid the fate of disappearing!"

All thirteen people here are masters who dominated the world in those years. As soon as they knew what Yong Bowen was, they immediately thought of this key question.

One of the thin old men reacted the fastest and shouted, "Kry him!" With his hands patting on his chest, nine skulls caged in black flames appeared around him, rushing to Yong Bowen with dark light and harsh howling like a meteor.

Yong Bowen remembered the intercourse between Yong Hansheng and Hua. He saw that the coming of the nine skulls was a sword. He cut the nine skulls to pieces on the spot. The sword did not stop, rushed into the crowd, and was hitting the thin old man.

The thin old man's body shook, and his whole body became light and transparent. He couldn't help but change his face. He was about to turn around and escape. Yong Bowen turned into a ghost charm and put it on his head. There was a soft sound, as if drops of water fell on the soldering iron, and the thin old man turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared without a trace.

Yong Bowen felt a thump in his mind and seemed to have something more. With a wave of his hand along that feeling, there were immediately nine skulls with black flames around him!

******I am a dividing line as bright and sad as the sun*****

The hand still hurts...

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