"What was that scream just now? So noisy that I can't sleep? "
After Hong Yi's soul returned to his body, he deliberately turned over on the bed, pretending to have just woken up, and called out in a daze.
"Young Master Yi, did you have a nightmare? There were no screams outside. "
"We didn't hear any screams."
The two servant girls answered from outside. Hong Yi only sneered, then lay flat on the bed, feeling waves of emotions, unable to fall asleep.
"I actually killed someone today? Although there was no blood, that Granny Zeng's soul had already flown away, obviously she would not survive. Even if she survived, she would be a brainless idiot. What should I do now? That old witch Granny Zeng is Madam Zhao's person, and now that something has happened, she will not let it go easily. I can't stay in this manor any longer. "
As soon as he lay down, Hong Yi felt that today's matter was not a small matter.
Today, he had ruthlessly beaten up Hong Gui and Rong Pan on horseback, and used Princess Zhennan to block the disaster. This was something that had been planned long ago, and he had managed to muddle through, establish his authority in the manor, and at the same time, infuriate Madam Zhao.
This was also a small matter, and although it seemed like nothing had happened, the accumulated resentment would definitely grow deeper. However, even if there was resentment, it was a matter for the future, and could not be bothered for now.
"Just now, I did not chase after Granny Zeng. She used sorcery on me, but her soul was injured by me. When she returns, she will definitely tell Madam Zhao, and the fact that I practice Dao techniques will be exposed. If this matter is exposed, it will be no small matter. Between the two evils, it is better to chase after her and get rid of her. But this way, I'm afraid it will only be more dangerous in the future. "
"I have to think of a countermeasure."
Right now, there were only three things that Hong Yi was worried about.
The first thing was that Hong Xuanji forbade him from practicing martial arts, but he had secretly practiced it.
The second thing was that not only did he secretly practice martial arts, but he also borrowed Princess Zhennan's influence to peep into Hong Xuanji's study.
The third thing was to destroy Nanny Zeng's soul right now. Although the dead could not testify, and with the other party secretly plotting against him at night, he could not be implicated on the surface, but there was no telling what would happen in the dark.
Hong Yi thought about these three things over and over in his mind, but he did not have a perfect plan to settle them. However, he had to do it. If he didn't do it, he would be in a worse situation.
"In a few days, Consort Yuan will come to the mansion to visit her relatives. Since she mentioned me, I'm afraid father won't dare to do anything to me for the time being. I hope things will turn for the better." Hong Yi thought of Consort Yuan again. "These things are too complicated. It's a waste of my spirit to think about them. Anyway, I've tried my best. I might as well let things take their course."
Hong Yi simply stopped thinking about these three things. Instead, he closed his eyes and concentrated on the scene of his fight with Granny Zeng.
"I thought that in cultivating the soul, as long as one hasn't mastered the Yin Spirit Driving Object, the soul bewitching technique is just a small trick, but I didn't expect it to be so thrilling! It's like killing without leaving a trace. I have to be careful in the future. "
Today was the first time Hong Yi used the soul bewitching technique. Although the outcome was decided in an instant, thinking about it carefully, it was really dangerous. However, after experiencing it, he learned something.
"The soul bewitching technique first arouses one's inner demons and illusions, then suppresses but does not destroy them. After subduing one's heart, it is used on others. If others can't resist it, they will immediately be immersed in it and their spirit will be seriously injured. Of course, if others are strong enough to destroy the demon's illusion in one go, they will also be injured by the counterattack. "
Hong Yi clearly understood the principle of the soul bewitching technique. It was a double-edged sword, first injuring oneself, then injuring others. Once the illusion was created, it could not be suppressed, and one would first be confused by the illusion.
Even if one successfully suppressed it and then used it on others, one's spirit would be injured when the other person destroyed it.
This was because the inner demon itself was one's own illusion, closely related to the spirit. If it was destroyed by others, the spirit would naturally be injured.
Granny Zeng was like this. She first confused him, then was destroyed, and suffered heavy injuries.
"Martial arts cultivation is not something that can be done in a day. Right now, I feel that I have already trained my muscles to the fullest and reached the Martial Disciple realm. However, I lack actual combat, so I'm afraid I'm not as good as a real Martial Disciple. The spirit can already travel day by day, but that day in the study room, the sky was dark, and it was no different from night. If I can really wander under the scorching sun, then I will truly be able to travel day by day. "
The realm of Day Wandering also had to be done step by step. First, he would wander in a cloudy day without sunlight, then gradually wander under the sun in the morning and evening. Finally, he would be able to wander under the scorching sun at noon. Then, he would be able to become a Yin Spirit and have the ability to control things.
"Cultivation also has to be done step by step. The back of the Amitabha Sutra has the art of summoning demons and soul bewitching. Although I won't use it to harm people, I still have to learn it, in case I encounter a demonic ghost that will harm people and have no way to fight back."
As Hong Yi thought about it, he quietly took out the Amitabha Sutra and placed it on the bed. This time, it was the back of the Amitabha Sutra.
On the back of the Amitabha Sutra, there were many small pictures the size of a palm. All of them were lifelike people and environments. They were symmetrical to the front of the sutra and complemented the pictures of the sutra.
For example, in the sutra, if the light of the stars entered three inches from the top of the head, the Asura Hell would appear.
And on the back of the sutra, there was a detailed picture of the Asura Hell. It was terrifying, so that people could visualize it clearly.
In the sutra, if the light of the stars entered deep into the eyebrows, a jade girl would appear.
On the back of the sutra, there was a picture of a jade girl that made one's blood boil.
"The five great Demon God Kings that attack the soul? The first is Yaksha Of Baekje, the second is Rakshasa King, the third is Shura Of Gojoseon, the fourth is King Kong, and the fifth is Ming Of Silla! If one's cultivation is shallow, it is not enough to suppress the inner demons. One must not visualize these five, or one will suffer a backlash. "
Hong Yi saw the five pictures on the back of the Amitabha Sutra. The first picture was the terrifying image of Yaksha Of Baekje that he had just visualized, holding a steel fork.
As for the second picture, it was a demon with three heads and six arms holding a saw wheel. It had blood-red eyes, fangs, and white hair. Its gender was unknown. Its blood-red eyes stared at him, making a chill rise in one's heart.
As Hong Yi looked at it, he suddenly felt the scene in front of him move. The demon suddenly seemed to jump out of the picture. His nose smelled the nauseating stench of blood. His surroundings were also dripping with blood, as though he was in a sea of blood.
"Not good." Hong Yi's heart stirred. He immediately visualized Amitabha Buddha and dispersed his thoughts. The illusion in front of him disappeared.
He knew that he was entranced by the lifelike picture and had unknowingly entered a visualization state, producing an illusion.
"What a Rakshasa King! It seems that my concentration is not strong enough, and my spirit is not strong enough. I still can't visualize the Rakshasa King to come out and fight. Otherwise, if I can't subdue it, my soul will scatter. "
Hong Yi was shocked. He did not look at Shura Of Gojoseon, King Kong, and Ming Of Silla. The three Great Demon Gods were not something he could visualize with his current Divine Soul.
"Yaksha Of Baekje!"
After Hong Yi understood the Mystifying Nightmare Suppression Technique, he had a thought. A green-faced, fanged, three-zhang tall Yaksha holding a steel fork was visualized and immediately subdued.
Hong Yi repeatedly visualized, subdued, and commanded. After who knew how many times, he finally mastered the Yaksha Of Baekje. Once visualized, he would immediately fly out and attack wherever he wanted.
Seeing that he had mastered it, Hong Yi packed up the Amitabha Sutra and closed his eyes to rest. He slept until dawn.
At dawn, Hong Yi casually walked around the mansion and heard a lot of discussion. "First Madam's personal nanny, Nanny Zeng, suddenly had a stroke last night. Now she has become a brainless idiot."
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