The four people surrounding Qin Zizhou's ghost body felt the most during the transformation process. Qin Zizhou himself did not feel it so deeply. He just felt that the coldness turned into warmth, and at the same time, his whole body felt a lot fresher.
During this process, since the old dragon took action personally, the two river gods only needed to continuously wave their arms and pass on the power of incense and vows without having to be distracted by maintaining the Yin Spirit Spring.
After Ji Yuan used the command sound to guide Qin Zizhou's body to transform, he paused slightly and then continued.
"The light of heaven is not burning, the cold of yin is not moving, the true body can be transformed, and it also has a real body. The earth cannot bind it, and the sky has no limits. The spiritual way is self-conceived, and the divine way is self-evident!"
With every word uttered, a mysterious aura appeared and gathered into characters, lighting up with golden light above Qin Zizhou's head, and then seeping into Qin Zizhou's body one by one.
The old dragon was a little shocked. These mysterious yellow auras were actually somewhat like the light of merit. To be honest, apart from Bai Qi who had experienced it once personally, the old dragon was the only one who could figure out something just by looking at it. Other ghosts and gods thought that this was just a kind of magical light that Ji Yuan used to display his supernatural powers.
'Now there are people who can share the power of merit? I don't know if it is a true immortal who can do such a thing? Or...'
The old dragon was as shocked and horrified as Bai Qi was at the beginning. He used the power of Xuanhuang to participate in the creation of nature. This ability, like the wandering gods in the world, only existed in legends.
I remember that after his birthday banquet, Bai Qi left happily after receiving a message from Ji Yuan. At that time, Bai Jiao's words were ambiguous, but now I understand them a little. No wonder Ji Yuan called Bai Qi to participate in such a thing that was detrimental to Shintoism with just one sentence.
Thinking of this, Lao Long looked at Qin Zizhou in front of him, and couldn't help but narrow his eyes and let his thoughts wander.
'World Travel God...'
On this side, after issuing so many words of the Xuanhuang Edict in one breath, Ji Yuan stood there. Even though he tried his best to circulate the five elements of energy in his body to alleviate the dizziness caused by the consumption, he was still exhausted.
Fortunately, his cultivation is much better now than before, and he has made rapid progress, so at least he didn't make a fool of himself. If he had done this a few years ago, he would have fallen down on the spot.
Others failed to notice, but seeing that the old dragon on the opposite side still had the energy to distract him, frowned, thinking that it was indeed difficult to become a wandering god in this world. Just cultivating a person who could walk this path made Ji Yuan so exhausted that he could not hide it. This was the first time he saw Ji Yuan in such a state.
About an incense stick of time had passed, and the light in the entire Punishment Prison was gradually dimming. To be more precise, it was slowly being absorbed into Qin Zizhou's body. Now Qin Zizhou was no longer a ghost. As all the halos were absorbed into him, his body slowly lit up in the process of turning from yin to yang and from virtual to real.
In the end, the entire Punishment Bureau prison returned to its previous gloomy state, and only Qin Zizhou was glowing, as if his entire body, even his hair, was emitting a non-dazzling fluorescence.
The two righteous gods of the two rivers were still sitting cross-legged beside him, regulating their breathing to calm their Shinto aura. They had just consumed too much energy, and their Shinto roots had been affected. Fortunately, neither of these two righteous gods was Shinto-oriented, so their cultivation could not be damaged.
The eyes of all the people and ghosts present were focused on Qin Zizhou, watching the fluorescence on his body gradually weaken until he returned to his normal appearance.
“Is this a golden body?”
“No!”
"Could it be the body? Is he alive again?"
"This doesn't seem like..."
“Has the body of the World Traveling God been completed?” “Not so fast, didn’t Immortal Ji say that it needs to be repaired from scratch?”
"this… "
It looked like the spell had been cast. The ghosts and gods outside were whispering but couldn't figure out what was going on. Just now when Qin Zizhou was glowing, he looked like a divine light, but now he looked completely like a living person. If he hadn't seen the scene with his own eyes, even the City God would have thought that a living person had entered the underworld.
Qin Zizhou didn't feel any pain throughout the whole process, at most he just felt a change in temperature. But this time he felt different, his body's perception was no longer as dull as that of a ghost after death. He could feel the chill of the prison, the water vapor around him, and the faint divine light. Although this change seemed inconspicuous, the truth could be seen from every little bit.
Qin Zizhou stood up, looked at himself, reached out to touch his arm and felt the temperature. He even used his doctor's instinct to feel his pulse.
Ji Yuan calmed down his breathing and gradually recovered his spirit. Looking at Qin Zizhou's curious, excited, yet slightly confused expression, he also bowed to him.
"Congratulations, Brother Qin, your spiritual body has been completed!"
Lao Long walked to one side and bowed, which was rare.
"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Qin!"
Although Qin Zizhou has basically no Taoist skills, it is rare to see a wandering god. Even Qin Zizhou, who is now going to practice from scratch, can make the old dragon look up to him.
Qin Zizhou hurriedly bowed to the two of them in return.
"Thank you, Immortal! Thank you, Lord Dragon!"
Afterwards, Qin Zizhou bowed and thanked Bai Qi and Ying Ruoli who had finished calming down their magic power and regulating their breathing.
"Thank you, Lord Jiangshen, and thank you, Madam Jiangshen!"
After thanking the two men, Qin Zizhou turned around and faced the many ghosts and gods again.
"Thank you, Lord City God, thank you, Lords of all departments, thank you, Lord of the Land, and thank you, all the ghost messengers!"
"Oh, oh, I don't deserve it!" "Don't be so polite, Lord Qin!"
"We didn't help at all!" "Congratulations, Lord Qin!"
"Congratulations, Mr. Qin!"
…
Many ghosts and gods in the underworld returned the greetings. Qin Zizhou was no longer a ghost in the underworld.
. . .
When it came to Qin Zizhou's seventh day, this time his return home was different from that of other ghosts. There was no ghost accompanying him. Only Qin Zizhou returned home alone.
Although he has not formally entered the stage of cultivation, Qin Zizhou, after his rebirth, has innate magical powers, such as the way of gods that are invisible to mortals. It is just the basics and he can learn it without learning.
That night, the Qin family prepared a sumptuous table of food for Qin Zizhou, but all the family members slept in their own beds. Even those who couldn't sleep stayed in bed covered with blankets.
In fact, according to local customs, only a few specific people need to avoid the place. It does not mean that they cannot stay, but the ghosts of the deceased must not be allowed to see their relatives crying, otherwise they will be reluctant to leave. The Qin family was afraid that they could not help it, so they simply followed the example of some families and left tributes and meals before the whole family went to bed.
At midnight, Qin Zizhou walked into his home through the main door without any scruples, just as he had done in his lifetime, crossed the courtyard, and slowly walked to the lobby.
Several shaded oil lamps illuminate the lobby.
A sumptuous meal was placed on a square table for eight people, including fish, meat, non-vegetarian and vegetarian food. These were not only for offering to Qin Zizhou, but also for the ghost messengers who were escorting the ghosts home.
It is a local custom that if the ghost messenger is well fed, he will not trouble the deceased and will be less punished and beaten.
There were four or five plates of Qin Zizhou's favorite dishes, placed in the middle.
"Hey, that's thoughtful!"
Qin Zizhou saw a special dish at first glance, steamed tofu with moldy amaranth.
This was a dish that Qin Zizhou loved when he was alive. It was not presentable, but he loved to eat it. It was already autumn, and the amaranths in Jizhou were old. Not many people were growing amaranth, let alone making moldy amaranth. At least there should be no such thing in Deyuan County. The family must have put in a lot of effort to make this simple dish.
He couldn't help but pick up the chopsticks on the table and carefully picked up some tofu to eat. The melt-in-the-mouth and fresh taste still intoxicated Qin Zizhou.
He is neither a human nor a ghost nor an ordinary ghost or god, but he has a real body and can eat grains.
"Tsk tsk...delicious. Could it be that my sense of taste has improved now that I'm in this state?"
Qin Zizhou laughed in silence, and stopped after eating to a certain extent as if it was his habit. Then he walked to the side room to see his child. As he was, there would be no evil spirits stopping him, nor would he linger like the new ghost.
His spouse had passed away long ago. When he was in the underworld, he knew that his life span had come to an end. His soul had returned to heaven and dissipated into thin air. The only things he cared about in this world were his children and his disciples.
However, Qin Zizhou did not intend to look at them one by one, and went straight to his second son's room.
The second son had already slept in a separate bed from his wife, and was sleeping soundly in a bed in the corner of the room. When I came to his son's bed, I heard his rhythmic snoring.
"Hey, this child has a congested airway and poor blood circulation. It's because he doesn't exercise enough. He always ignores my advice just like when he was a child!"
Qin Zizhou murmured as he stretched out his hand to cover his son's head...
Qin Yan had a dream while sleeping soundly. In the dream, he was still very young. Everyone around him was so tall and his own hands were so small.
This is the outer hall of Anren Pharmacy. Qin Yan is pounding medicine with several assistants. These assistants still look like the helpers in the pharmacy today. They have not become younger and are not the same people as they were in their childhood. However, Qin Yan did not feel it was out of place in his dream. Qin Zizhou was sitting at the counter.
Suddenly, Qin Yan felt that the light was blocked. He looked up and found that his father was approaching.
"Daddy?"
"Yan'er, your elder brother died young, and now the family depends on you. You always don't like what your father says, but I hope that the Qin family's Anren Pharmacy can be passed on as much as possible. If no one in the family is willing to study medicine in the future, then so be it..."
Qin Yan looked at his father who seemed a little blurry due to the backlight and said "Oh".
Beside Qin Yan's bed, Qin Zizhou nodded, stood up, walked out of the door, and left the Qin Mansion.
Outside, Ji Yuan and Lao Longzhen were waiting there.
"Mr. Qin, don't you want to take another look?"
Ji Yuan asked with a smile, and Lao Long also joked.
"As the saying goes, if one person succeeds, the whole family will benefit. No one will say anything if you take care of him a little more."
Qin Zizhou waved his hand.
"No, no, it's not that I'm pedantic, my children and grandchildren will have their own blessings, Qin can't stay here forever to be the head of this family!"
The old dragon made a “tsk tsk” sound and then turned to face Ji Yuan.
"Mr. Ji, now that Fellow Daoist Qin's affairs on earth are settled, you should at least tell me about your plans, right?"
Lao Long has asked about this several times in the past few days, and Ji Yuan just wanted to be a joke and didn't say anything, keeping it mysterious.
Hearing what the old dragon said, Qin Zizhou looked at Ji Yuan with curiosity and expectation. They all said that the world-traveling gods were good and wonderful, but now he didn't even have the method to practice, only the ordinary divine methods.
The poor guess in "The Biography of the Heretics" is just a possibility of guessing the Yang Spirit Body of the World-Wandering God, and there is absolutely no method of cultivation.
Ji Yuan still did not answer immediately at this time. Instead, he looked up at the stars in the sky and spoke after a long time.
"I have a place to go, in the Yunshan Mountains of Bingzhou..."
Lao Long followed Ji Yuan’s gaze towards the stars in the sky and his heart moved.
"Yunshan Temple? Star Map?"
"Exactly!"
It seemed that Ji Yuan and Lao Long were exchanging witticisms, but they also understood each other's thoughts.
“Although the Realm Wandering God has no true Dharma to pass down, the true Dharma also has a beginning and an end. This ‘beginning’ may be in ancient times, and it may not be impossible today!”
Lao Long's eyes lit up, and then he looked at Ji Yuan with a smile.
"Interesting, interesting, but... what you said, Mr. Ji, is really not the ancient method?"
Ji Yuan withdrew his gaze from the starry sky and looked at Lao Long in confusion.
“Hahaha… just a joke!”
Lao Long laughed and turned to look at Qin Zizhou who was even more confused.