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Yin Yang Demon Suppression
"Slash! Slash!" The arm, shimmering with silver lightning, swung wildly, repeatedly slicing through chunks of flesh on the ground. Ye Mingshang roared like a madman, his arms moving tirelessly like two steel blades, cutting down the enemies before him.
"Useless! Useless! Gods do not die! No matter how hard you try, you cannot kill me!" Anbei's eyes were wide open, bulging with pain, blood vessels bursting in his sclera. His voice emerged from his damaged vocal cords, deep and muffled.
Although he was still alive, the pain of being sliced did not diminish. Each cut pierced his heart like a slow execution. However, unlike execution which requires skill to prevent the victim from dying too soon, he had no such concern because he would not die from pain. Moreover, while his flesh was being cut, his body was continuously healing. The sensation of itchiness and pain, which he could not scratch, was even more unbearable than the pain itself. It felt as if countless ants were crawling inside and outside his body, gnawing at his flesh.
He endured this pain because there was no way to avoid it. This suffering and torment transformed into deep resentment, directed at the two people before him. His eyes widened as if trying to capture them within.
"Damn it!" Despite continuously slicing Anbei's flesh, given the latter's perverse vitality, no fatal damage was inflicted. Even the recovery of his wounds could not be significantly hindered; seeing Anbei's body nearly healed made Ye Mingshang anxious.
"Flame Flying Light Jade Maiden, Thunderfire General, Fire Crow Fire Horse, Fire Cloth Universe. Fire Bell Deity, burn the evil spirits quickly. Urgent Order!"
Ye Mingshang pulled out a Spirit Talisman and rapidly affixed it all over Anbei's body as if wrapping him up completely, even forcefully stuffing some into his unhealed wounds.
He jumped back a step to maintain a safe distance from Anbei. Then he quickly formed seals with both hands and murmured incantations.
As the spell was cast, the talismans stuck to Anbei ignited with a loud whoosh, red flames dancing like joyful spirits in celebration.
"Four Winds God, I humbly request your command; Feng Po Feng Zu, Wind and Rain Thunder God; great winds roar fiercely; Urgent Order!"
Ye Mingshang certainly did not expect those fire talismans to kill Anbei; he immediately cast a Great Wind Spell. Unlike Joan's casting style, this level of spell was no problem for Ye Mingshang. He felt his abdomen swell slightly and his cheeks puff up before unleashing a breath that blew like an eighth-level typhoon. The howling wind did not disperse the flames but instead caused them to burn even more fiercely.
The wind fueled the fire; the fire danced with the wind.
Under the blessing of the two Daoist Arts, its power may not match that of those high-damage spells. However, in terms of sustained consumption, it surpasses them. Isn't this exactly the kind of spell needed to restrain Anbei's current situation?
After exerting so much effort, there has finally been some progress. Even Anbei is struggling under the burning flames of the spell. His already damaged body has become charred due to the fire, with his skin blackened and cracked, and his hair completely burned away. The split face has become even more grotesque from the flames.
"Too bad there isn't any True Fire of Samadhi; otherwise, it would have turned him into a puddle of blood," Ye Mingshang sighed and shook his head.
"Ah!" A wretched scream echoed throughout the valley.
Indeed, under such scorching heat, Anbei can no longer hold on. The pain forces him to scream wildly, but due to the damage and burning of his vocal cords, his voice sounds strange and terrifying, like a cry from hell.
Nevertheless, none of them dared to let their guard down. After all, this was someone who could survive being split in half; what if he didn't burn to death?
The Inferno burned for a full hour before slowly losing its intensity, while Anbei had already lost all semblance of humanity. He now resembled a pile of charcoal, with many parts reduced to ashes.
The flames continued to burn, but Anbei had long since ceased to exist. He had collapsed silently on the ground ten minutes ago; perhaps he was truly dead.
Another ten minutes passed before the flames finally extinguished, revealing Anbei in a state beyond recognition. His entire body was blackened and lacked any human shape; due to being burned and cracked, he had broken into many pieces resembling chunks of charcoal. Occasionally, a gust of wind would carry away some dust.
Seeing that this fellow had finally ceased to exist, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The fat man plopped down onto the ground, gasping for breath. The tension from over an hour had kept them on edge; now that they relaxed, they could barely stand.
"Woo~~ Woo~~" A sound reminiscent of wind blowing came forth.
Looking up, they noticed movement in the area where Anbei had been. The two were startled and immediately prepared for an attack.
"Woo!"
“Ugh!~”
Once again, the strange sound of the wind emerged, accompanied by flickering black shadows. They tried to escape but were blocked by an invisible barrier, and one could vaguely see that it resembled a human face.
At this moment, strange black shadows floated around Charcoal in Anbei, struggling to break free as if held back by a thin membrane.
This bizarre scene left the two observers in disbelief. It reminded them of what had happened with Scar, who could absorb the power of souls for his own use!
Could these be the souls he absorbed?
Suddenly, several struggling souls slowly vanished. With their disappearance, it was unclear whether it was an illusion or something else, but those Charcoal seemed to move slightly.
Seeing this strange phenomenon, Ye Mingshang furrowed his brows and, after a moment of contemplation, a flash of insight struck him.
No wonder he couldn't be killed no matter how hard they tried; it turned out he relied on these souls! He absorbed souls to enhance his power and consumed them to recover? What a wicked spell this was!
Time was pressing, and there was no time to ponder these matters. If left unchecked, he might recover further. This behavior must be stopped immediately; healing must start from the root. As long as these souls were gone, he would be unable to regenerate.
Thinking this, Ye Mingshang called out to the fat man and sat cross-legged, preparing to guide these souls. Once they departed, Anbei would be completely dead.
“Many beings harbor grievances; deep grievances are hard to resolve; grievances formed in one lifetime will not cease for three lifetimes; today I transmit this wondrous method to dissolve all grievances; those who hear and recite with focused hearts will see their enemies disperse and vanish...”
As the incantation was chanted, gusts of wind swept through the valley, and along with the howling winds, the voice of the spell grew brighter and more resonant.
“Diligently cultivate the Great Dao Method, carefully feel Tai Ming Huang Hua true descent Five Organs Conception Infant Soul Manifestation ascending towards Shangqing, blessings and wisdom abound for all beings...”
Amid the chanting, the souls, increasingly frantic, attempted to break through the barrier but were always thwarted, leaving them helpless.
Seeing this, the chubby man suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He stepped forward and swung his sword at the barrier.
"Shh!" The barrier shattered, and countless souls surged out from within. They swirled around Ye Mingshang, joyfully dancing in the air.
Gradually, the blackness of these souls began to dissipate. As the dark mist faded, some of the souls' faces revealed expressions of relief.
In general, performing a rite for the deceased requires many tedious procedures.
One must observe a three-day fast, which means purifying oneself. This involves not only abstaining from meat but also:
- Eye fasting: avoiding unhealthy images and texts;
- Ear fasting: not listening to lewd sounds;
- Nose fasting: not approaching overly strong scents;
- Mouth fasting: not eating meat, garlic, raw sauce, cilantro, or green onions; ideally avoiding eggs as well; refraining from lying or gossiping;
- Action fasting: not stealing or engaging in immoral acts. No sexual activity is allowed during these three days.
The final step is heart fasting—cleansing one's mind of distracting thoughts and avoiding lustful desires.
After completing the fast, one must set up an altar. Even with limited conditions, a clean and tidy table is necessary, covered with a tablecloth. Prepare a pair of candles, a handful of incense, three wine cups, and three pairs of chopsticks. Offerings can include meat but must exclude beef, yellow eel, eel, dog meat, as well as apricots, pomegranates, and plums.
In addition, one needs to wash up and dress neatly, going through a series of troublesome matters before taking the stage. After taking the stage, one must recite some incantations to eliminate karmic obstacles before being able to guide the souls.
Of course, this is all for ordinary guiding rituals. The elaborate procedures serve a dual purpose: on one hand, they aim for better results; on the other hand, they are also for the benefit of those in charge. If the guiding process is too easy, people might think you are a fraud or believe that you haven't put in enough effort and thus shouldn't be compensated well.
In the current situation, however, there were no such concerns; one could simply recite the guiding scriptures.
The originally dark Black Fiends, under the cleansing of the scriptures, gradually shed their blackness, revealing the forms their souls were meant to take. The pale blue human silhouettes appeared like projections, shimmering and not frightening at all.
However, even though the dark energy was washed away, they did not leave to be reincarnated. Each one remained in place.
"What’s wrong?" Ye Mingshang also felt something was off and stopped reciting to look at those souls.
It was startling to see that everywhere he looked were pale blue souls. There were elderly people, children, young adults, and women, as well as many Japanese Soldiers surrounded by others who were cursing them in words they couldn't understand.
Counting them up, there were probably several thousand!
After calming himself down, Ye Mingshang asked a few of the villagers' souls why they did not go for reincarnation. He learned that their souls were incomplete; fragmented souls could not enter the Underworld for reincarnation.
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