Chapter 154: Fake the corpse and bring back the soul, proving his innocence, Master Su Jiu

Author: Bai Xiaoyuan

Chapter 154: Fake the corpse and bring back the soul, proving his innocence, Master Su Jiu

Inside and outside the mourning hall, a moment of silence fell.

Everyone saw Su Xian making an imaginary circle on the ground with his mahogany sword and holding it upright in front of his eyebrows.

His eyes were slightly closed, and his solemn face carried a magnanimous and upright air.

There are words in his mouth: "The sky and the earth are clear and bright, and there is no intention; the emptiness and dust are silent, and everything is unified. The separation and union suddenly disperse, and the fate returns to the lamp; I am like Bodhi, and I return to emptiness..." 1

Following the sound of him reciting incantations, Shen Lingxi held a whisk in hand and walked around the coffin in a serious manner.

After she made a circle and stopped, she said to the coffin in a light voice: "My ancestor has returned to his soul."

After saying this, everyone saw that Shen Lingxi stretched out his hand toward the coffin, and the sleeves of his green robe were slightly lifted, revealing his snow-colored wrists.

This battle was like really trying to help the ancestors up.

Everyone held their breath unconsciously.

The Su family also felt their scalps were tight.

Not only them, but also the dead souls of Xie's mother and Yang Shuangwen in the hall were very puzzled by Shen Lingxi's behavior.

Obviously the soul of the ancestor is standing next to Shen Lingxi.

They didn't understand what lies she was trying to tell in front of the corpse of her ancestor.

The ancestors had colluded with Shen Lingxi in advance, so they naturally knew Shen Lingxi's abilities. He glanced at them and urged Shen Lingxi with a smile, "Okay, girl, don't be pretentious and start quickly. Look at those faces. I’m all impatient.”

Shen Lingxi's eyes swept around the faces of the Su family, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, and she moved her fingertips.

Even though it’s just a very small action——

Everyone was shocked to find that an old hand stretched out from the coffin and rested on Shen Lingxi's snow-colored wrist.

The ancestor’s corpse sat up from the coffin!

"Ah...it's a fake corpse!"

Someone in the crowd screamed in surprise.

"Go, what are you talking about to fake a corpse? This is soul restoration. Do you understand the soul restoration? The emperor personally appointed Taoist Master Miao Ling to restore the soul for the emperor to connect the two realms of yin and yang. Can that still be called corpse fraud?"

"Yes, yes, that's what brother said."

Although the people surrounding the mourning hall took half a step back in unison, they did not forget to whisper and praise the current saint in fear.

The filial sons and grandsons of the Su family who were closest to the coffin and kneeling on the straw mats also knelt straight in an instant, with shock in their eyes.

On the female side—

Mrs. Zeng is still calm.

After all, Xie Wanyan had something in her heart. She was so frightened when she saw her ancestor's hand that she clung to Su Chengming's mourning clothes and hid behind him.

Only grandma Zheng, although her body is still weak, her eyes are very clear.

Mother Xie in the corner had no idea that Shen Lingxi had such ability, and she looked very fearful.

She was secretly glad in her heart that her granddaughter had listened to Mrs. Zeng's words, lied that she was ill, and hid in the small courtyard and did not come.

Otherwise, if you see this scene, you will be frightened. If you have a fetal fright, then nothing will happen.

However, the next moment——

Mother Xie suddenly saw that the embroiderer was leading two strong servants from the palace and quietly carried Lian Qiao in from the side door of the mourning hall on a soft stool.

Not only that, they were accompanied by an imperial doctor wearing official uniform and carrying a medicine box.

Looking at this battle, I am afraid that as long as Lian Qiao is still breathing, the imperial doctor will be able to revive her.

Xie's mother's soul trembled with the ups and downs of her mood, and she had a vague premonition.

Yang Wushuang, who was on the side, had always had a sinister look in his eyes, but suddenly his eyes lit up after seeing Shen Lingxi's hidden abilities.

He couldn't help but float closer to Shen Lingxi.

Just when everyone has their own secrets-——

The ancestor's body, already supported by Shen Lingxi, walked out of the coffin and strode to the center of the mourning hall, still in front of Su Xian, who was still closing his eyes and mumbling something.

His stiff yet vigorous steps made everyone look stunned.

It turns out that the corpse is fake, ah no, this is how the soul returns!?

Everyone felt horrified, but for some unknown reason, they felt very much looking forward to it.

Su Xian finally noticed something was wrong and opened his eyes in confusion.

When he saw the corpse of his ancestor standing in front of him -

The mahogany sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and he kneeled down subconsciously.

Su Xian's eyes swept back and forth between his old mother's body and Shen Lingxi's face.

The eyes that looked at Shen Lingxi were full of shock, respect and admiration.

The immortal's magic is indeed so exquisite!

The next moment, when he looked at his old mother's body with corpse spots, he showed an expression of regret and reminiscence.

"Old ancestor, take action, quickly! Beat this rebellious, unfilial, matricide and greedy son!"

"Su Xian killed his mother, which is a heinous crime!"

Someone in the crowd shouted something.

Like a stone thrown into a lake, ripples appeared in the crowd, and some people began to echo: "Yes, hit! Hit him! Ancestor, you finally came back to life, don't waste the opportunity!"

"This disobedient and unfilial beast deserves to be beaten!"

"Yes, I have never seen a corpse beating someone in my whole life. Grandpa, you must be angry for yourself!"

On the side, Wu Anbo was so excited when he saw his mother "reviving her soul" that her body was shaking with excitement, and two lines of hot tears rolled down her eyes, "Auntie..."

His voice was hoarse and depressed due to emotional fluctuations.

I was planning to go to my ancestors——

But Mrs. Zeng behind her grabbed her sleeve tightly and tried to stop her, "Uncle, no, our ancestors are definitely going to settle the score with the ninth brother. If you come forward now, won't you be beaten along with it?"

Wu Anbo flicked his sleeves and said, "What are you talking about! This is my mother. As long as she survives, I would rather be beaten by her every day."

As he spoke, regardless of being unable to support his body due to emotional excitement, he knelt down in front of his ancestor using his hands and feet, hugged his legs and feet, and cried out, "Auntie, my child is unfilial and cannot serve you. Let me You died a brutal death and your child is unfilial..."

The ancestor lowered his head, looked at him with cold eyes, and shouted stiffly, "Go away, I will settle the score with you later."

Wu Anbo choked with tears, wondering why his mother, who had always been kind and kind-hearted, would be so cruel to him after she returned to her soul.

Although he was a military general who had been stationed at the border for many years, he was most afraid of his mother's anger. He quickly released his arm, responded obediently, and immediately stepped aside without daring to neglect.

Su Xian, who was kneeling in front of his ancestors, was shocked when he saw his eldest brother kneeling aside after being scolded.

When he raised his head again, he saw his ancestor's cloudy eyes that had lost their light long ago, but now seemed to be filled with anger.

Su Xian: "Aniang..."

The ancestor raised his hand stiffly and slapped Su Xian on the head: "Mother, mother, tell me, are you the one who killed me?"

"My son dare not." Su Xian kowtowed heavily, his voice sad, "Heaven and earth can serve as a warning. My son will never dare to do such evil things as patricide. Everything is framed and framed by others. Please be careful, mother."

"You...you're talking nonsense!" At this moment, a female voice with little confidence came from beside the coffin.

Everyone looked around and saw the second grandma Xie Wanyan, who was wearing a mourning dress, being supported by the second master Su Chengming, moving two steps in the direction of Su Xian.

Xie Wanyan's face was pale, her legs were weak with fear, and she was about to faint. Everyone could see that her body was supported by her husband Su Chengming.

She again testified in public with a stern expression: "You had an affair with Lian Qiao and asked Mother Xie to use the public money to put tiger skin money... I saw with my own eyes that you pushed the ancestor down the cliff. The baby in Lian Qiao's belly is the ironclad proof.

I won’t tolerate your quibbles!”

With a "snap", the ancestor slapped Su Xian on the head again, "You bastard, how dare you have an affair with the maid in my room. Even my niece can't stand it. I came to testify against you. How dare you?"

What can you say!"

This time, Su Xian lay low and did not raise his head.

Just when everyone felt that he was at the end of his rope and had no choice but to plead guilty-——

A very tight voice came out of his throat, "My son... has already injured... his son, his descendants' roots, and there is no way he can have sex. How can he get Lian Qiao pregnant!"

Chu Yan: It’s not impossible to prove it. It depends on whether you are willing.

Su Xian: What’s a good idea? I’m definitely willing.

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It’s really hard to deal with Master Ninth, a close disciple of Ming Zhenzi, the 88th generation leader of the Qing Palace on Mount Taiyi.

I cursed in my heart and went out of my way to say in public that I couldn't do it.

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