The Gu spirit was startled when he heard the sound, and said with some disbelief: "Is this really true?"
"If you lose a ray of soul, if you can't remember it, you can't remember it, and you won't have any headache symptoms."
"You just recalled part of the memory, which is equivalent to forcibly breaking the ban, so you will have an unbearable headache."
I explained patiently.
Gu Ling was dumbfounded and speechless for a moment.
"If you believe me, let me test your chakra and sense your breath."
I said to the Gu spirit sincerely.
Gu Ling hesitated for a moment and stretched out his right hand.
I gently placed my hand on her right hand, feeling the flow of Yin Qi on her body.
Humans rely on yang energy, corpses rely on corpse energy, and souls exist based on yin energy.
Similarly, undead souls with healthy souls and the circulation of yin energy will form chakras just like people.
According to the method taught by my grandma, I am capable of diagnosing the pulse of spiritual beings.
However, this method consumes a lot of energy.
It may even damage Yangshou.
However, since she has become my Gu spirit and has reached a blood contract with me, it doesn't matter if she loses her Yangshou.
After a while, I sensed that her resentment was very strong and her yin energy was relatively fierce.
And, it's very messy.
Obviously, this is related to the fact that she has been wandering in the world for many years and absorbed many lonely souls.
I suddenly frowned.
Near her spiritual platform and the sea of consciousness, there is a place where Yin Qi cannot flow.
It is covered with a shadow, like a word.
After I finished the diagnosis process, my face turned a little pale and cold sweat broke out on my forehead.
I said: "There is a word in your head. It should be that it has obscured your memory. Unfortunately, I can't go any further, and I can't unravel this word for the time being."
After a pause, I continued: "When I get home, I will look through the medical books and talisman books. Maybe there will be a solution."
In fact, I already have the answer in my mind, which is the secret technique of inserting "characters" into the bodies of the dead.
It already belongs to the category of Taoism.
Although there are some similarities between Taoists and medical practitioners.
But there are some Taoist methods that I have only heard of but cannot solve.
Those medical books and talisman books at home may not necessarily have the answer.
Gu Ling's eyes flickered, but he was not depressed and said: "It doesn't matter. If I can't find the past, at least I can have the present and the future."
"You know that a Gu master who is even more powerful than Ma Tianluo appears near the green mantis Gu again. It can be seen that you must have been related to the Gu before."
I can't solve Gu Ling's problem, I can only give her some useful clues to comfort her.
Gu Ling smiled.
"Give me a name." She suddenly said.
"Name?" I was a little surprised.
"The name Gu Spirit can be called Gu Spirit if the Gu raiser, Gu Master, or Gu Granny uses the undead to help them guard the Gu Insects. I don't like it." The Gu Spirit nodded.
"You don't look big, not much older than me. You appear in green clothes and are named Qing Ling?" I thought about it and asked tentatively.
"Okay. Then let's call her Qing Ling." She accepted directly.
I couldn't be happier.
I held my chin again and said, "I don't have a surname either. Then you, like me, don't want a surname for the time being. My grandma said that I can't have the same surname as her and my mother."
"Okay. Let's call it Qing Ling. Your surname is Dong, and my surname is Qing. Who said we don't have surnames? Haha..." she joked.
I laughed too.
Behind the smile, there is a touch of sadness.
After all, she and I are both poor and helpless people in the world.
Rested for a while.
I untied some of the oil paper that sealed the life Gu, and put in the golden-tailed scorpion and green-headed centipede again.
Qing Ling said: "Dongsheng, the matter of the old golden silkworm cannot be delayed any longer. This time when we go back, we must seize the opportunity. Let the natal Gu win over the old golden silkworm in one fell swoop. If the old golden silkworm refuses to accept, kill him directly."
"Okay. When we get back tomorrow, we can almost start." I said.
"There are two points to pay attention to: first, the attitude of the Gu farmers in Camellia Cave towards the old golden silkworm. Second, the tea lady's attitude towards the old golden silkworm."
Qing Ling thought for a while and reminded.
"I know." I nodded.
After all, Lao Jincan has protected Camellia Cave for many years, and the voodoo farmers often burn incense and worship. Although one Ma Xianzhi died, there must be other voodoo farmers in the village.
They might prevent me from killing the old golden silkworm.
As for the tea girl, the old golden silkworm is hers after all.
Whether she is willing to give up Lao Jincan, everything is unknown.
Late at night.
I added some firewood to the fire and fell asleep leaning against the stone wall.
"Dongsheng, wintersheng..."
A shout rang in my ears.
In a daze.
I felt like I was in darkness, I couldn't see my fingers, and the surroundings were so eerie and terrifying that it made my heart tremble and I couldn't breathe.
"Dongsheng."
The cold voice sounded again, and a pair of red eyes appeared in front of me.
"Who are you?"
I couldn't help shouting.
"I haven't hurt you, why should I allow others to kill me?"
The tone of the voice was very harsh, giving people a chilling feeling.
Suddenly, there was a trace of black light in the darkness, and a bloody mouth was seen rushing over quickly.
The mouth is filled with extremely fine teeth.
My mind is blank.
The next second, I turned around and ran.
The bloody mouth kept chasing after him.
Suddenly, there was a cliff in front of me. As soon as I stepped on the ground, my whole body fell rapidly.
"Ah! Grandma, save me."
I screamed and woke up. All my clothes were soaked.
Looking around, it was still a silent cave.
Grandma is no longer with me, and I am the only one left in the world.
I felt sad in my heart and tears fell quietly.
I have so many things to say and want to talk to my grandma, but unfortunately I never have the chance.
Qing Ling said: "Dongsheng, you have a nightmare. Just sleep a little longer. After dawn, the sun will shine brightly on the earth."
My heart felt warm.
Recalling the contents of the dream, it should have been influenced by Ma Tianluo's words.
The five gu in my body can open a huge mouth full of fine teeth.
After thinking about this, I slept with my clothes on again, and I had no dreams until dawn.
Early the next morning, the sun was shining brightly. Winter turned to spring, and the mountain breeze was no longer as cold as before.
I waited for Maxiko to wake up and helped him back to Camellia Cave.
This trip was full of joy and sorrow for Maxiko.
Fortunately, he and Forsythia have made a private lifelong commitment, and the flower of love is in full bloom, waiting to bear fruit one day.
Worryingly, he did not hunt enough prey and was seriously injured. His plan to go south to make money may be delayed.
"Xiko, don't worry. When you recover from your injury, I will lend you two hundred yuan. It should be enough to go out." I comforted Makiko.
Makiko's worry was swept away and she replied: "When I make money, I will definitely pay it back to you in double the amount."
Return to Camellia Cave.
I always feel that something is wrong with the atmosphere in the village.
It seemed like something big had happened.
"Dongsheng, you have been out for the past two days and have not come back. Something strange happened in the village."
Long Youshui stopped me halfway.
"What's going on?" I saw that he was anxious and asked quickly.
"Many families who raise voodoos have trouble with their voodoos. As soon as you get home, they will definitely come to you to treat the voodoos. You have to do what you can. There are Ma family members and Long family members here."
Long Youshui said specifically.
"Everything happened?" I frowned.
A thought flashed through my mind: Could it be that Ma Xianzhi came back after his death and caused havoc in the village?
Before Long Youshui could reply, I asked again: "Is it Ma Xianzhi's fault?"